IfrtmntmrrHtiirrmmrnTmrnrnrr 


FROM   THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED   BY  HIM  TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


Division     t3£5 

StCtlotr  O^.cKib'      [ 


Jf .% 


*      /*  €. 


'       ^   -?<&/&. 


Digitized  by  the  Internet  Archive 

in  2012  with  funding  from 

Calvin  College 


http://www.archive.org/details/schoolhymnbbost 


APR  22 1936 

SCHOOL     [YMN-BOOK 


FOB 


NORMAL,  HIGH,  AND  GRAMMAR 
SCHOOLS. 


BOSTON: 
WM.  CROSBY  AND  H.  P.  NICHOLS, 

111  Washington  Street. 

1850. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1850,  by 
Wm.  Crosby  and  H.  P.  Nichols, 
in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  District  of  Massa- 
chusetts. 


CAMBRIDGE: 

STEREOTYPED  AND  PRINTED  BY 

METCALF     AND     COM  TAN  T, 

PRINTERS   TO   THE   UNIVERSITY. 


ADVERTISEMENT. 


This  collection,  made  at  the  suggestion 
of  an  experienced  teacher,  is  designed  to 
accompany  the  devotional  exercises  of 
schools :  it  may  also  be  used  as  a  read- 
ing-book of  religious  poetry.  To  comply 
strictly  with  the  statute  of  the  Common- 
wealth, forbidding  the  introduction  "  of 
any  book  favoring  the  tenets  of  any  sect 
of  Christians  into  the  public  schools, '; 
many  excellent  hymns  have  been  omit- 
ted, and  slight  changes,  not  otherwise 
justifiable,  made  in  a  few  of  those  in- 
serted. One  familiar  tune,  with  others  not 
so  well  known,  but  equally  or  more  ap- 
priate,  is  named  for  each  hymn.  Should 
this  collection  meet  with  a  favorable  re- 
ception, a  tune-book  specially  adapted  to 
it  may  be  hereafter  published. 

Boston,  July  1st,  1850. 


We  have  examined  with  some  care  this 
collection  of  hymns,  and  consider  it  well 
adapted  to  be  used  in  our  district  and  other 
schools,  from  the  variety  of  the  hymns, 
from  their  religious  character,  and  from 
their  freedom  from  sectarianism. 

N.   TILLINGHAST, 
Principal  of  State  Normal  School  at  Bridgewater. 

D.    S.   ROWE, 
Principal  of  State  Normal  School  at  Westfield. 

EBEN   S.  STEARNS, 
Principal  of  State  Normal  School  at  West  Newton. 


CONTENTS. 


Table  of  First  Lines    .... 

PAGE 

vii 

List  of  Tunes 

xvii 

Index  of  Subjects          .... 

.      XXV 

I.  Commencement  and  Close  of  Schooi 

HYMNS 

1-24 

II.  Morning  and  Evening  . 

25-75 

III.  Prayers  and  Aspirations 

76-104 

IV.  Praise  and  Thanksgiving'    . 

105  -  124 

V.  God 

125-139 

VI.  Works  and  Providence  of  God 

140-168 

VII.  Early  Goodness 

169-183 

VIII.  Inward  and  Outward  Life  . 

184  -  244 

IX.  Time 

245  -  252 

X.  Death    

253  -  263 

XL  Occasional         .... 

264  -  283 

XII.  Miscellaneous       .         . 

284  -  328 

TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES 


***  The  figures  in  the  left  hand  column  refer  to  tunes,  in  the  list 
of  tunes,  appropriate  to  the  hymns  to  whose  first  lines  they  are  respec- 
tively prefixed. 


TUNES. 

2S6.  288.  Acquaint  thee,  O  spirit,  acquaint  thee  with  God 

78,  82.  Affliction's  faded  form  draws  nigh 

94,  146,  170.  Again,  from  calm  and  sweet  repose 
245.  246,  254.  All  around  us,  fair  with  flowers  . 
89,  152.  All  earthly  charms,  however  dear  . 
263,  265,  263.  All,  from  the  sun's  uprise    . 
102,  133.  A  little  word,  in  kindness  spoken    . 
227,  233,  237.  All  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord   . 
124,  128,  165.  Almighty  God,  in  humble  prayer    . 
42,  71,  85.  Amidst  a  world  of  hopes  and  fears 
293.  A  minute,  —  how  soon  it  is  flown ! 
97,  130.  An  offering  at  the  shrine  of  power 
100,  110.  Another  day  of  life  is  gone 
31,  82.  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone 
154,  180.  Another  hand  is  beckoning  us 
1,  10,  28.  As  every  day  thy  mercy  spares   . 
230,  234.  As  the  sun's  enlivening  eye    . 
281,  283.  At  first  her  mother  earth  she  holdeth  dear 

95,  100,  110.  Author  of  good,  we  rest  on  thee 
16,  29,  63.  Author  of  good  !  whose  holy  care 
44,  47,  79.  Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 


HYMN 

79 

220 
.      44 

230 
.    200 

114 
.    224 

105 

.      90 

96 

.    251 


70 
66 

253 
19 
16 

296 
84 
68 
25 


Vlll 


TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


TUNES. 

22,  27.  Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes 

108,  109.  Awake,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve 

315,  317.  A  young  rose  in  summer  time 

250,  253.  Beautiful,  sublime,  and  glorious 

165,  175.  Before  I  close  my  eyes  in  sleep    . 

20,  77.  Before  I  close  my  eyes  to-night 

125,  143,  168.  Behold  that  arch  of  varied  hue  ! 

9,  86.  Behold  the  lily's  silken  vest    . 

89,  93.  Be  it  my  only  wisdom  here 

286,  2S5.  Be  near  us,  O  Father !  through  night' 

172,  182,  173.  Beneath  our  feet,  and  o'er  our  head 

94,  95.  Beneath  Thy  trees  to-day  we  meet 

63,  65.  Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand 

135,  148,  174.  Beyond,  beyond  that  boundless  sea 

279.  Blessed,  blessed  are  the  dead 

187,211.  Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart 

88,  161.  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 


HYMN 

210 

.    195 

227 

.    321 

64 

.    190 

151 

.    221 


s  silent  hour      59 


197 
130 
263 
193 
174 


115,  119,  131.  Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God 

30,  79.  Child  of  the  earth,  O,  lift  thy  glance 

257.  Come,  thou  Almighty  King !     .      . 

291.  Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish 


257 

149 

6 

213 


18,  42,  77.  Day  unto  day  doth  utter  speech 

98,  111,  149.  Dear  as  thou  wert,  and  justly  dear 

160,  165.  Death  has  been  here,  and  borne  away 

16,  67,  75.  Deem  not  that  they  are  blest  alone 

93,  149,  183.  Delightful  is  the  task  to  sing  . 

246,  253.  Dewy  honeysuckles  springing     . 


53 

254 


217 

39 

2S7 


226,  239,  241.  Earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  flowers 

3.  4,  16.  Eternal  Source  of  every  joy ! 

56,  78,  84.  Eternal  Source  of  life  and  thought 

97,  122,  177.  Exotic  blossoms,  brought  to  grace 


133 
146 


275 


11,  322.  Father  and  Friend,  thy  light,  thy  love 

227,  234.  Father !  glory  be  to  thee      . 

131,  133,  183.  Father  in  heaven,  to  thee  my  heart 


129 
2 
91 


TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


l.\ 


TUNES. 

8S,  90,  94.  Father  in  heaven,  to  whom  our  hearts    . 

Father  of  earth  and  heaven 

96,110,175.  Father  of  light !  conduct  my  feet    . 

1,  8,  2S.  Father  of  mercies!  God  of  peace! 

292.  Father  of  mercies !  when  the  day  is  dawning 

232,  235.  Father  of  our  feeble  race  !    . 

36,  33,  S2.  Father,  once  more  let  grateful  praise 

294,  295.  Father  !  thy  children  see     . 

10,  23,  87.  Father,  thy  gentle  chastisement     . 

223,  232.  Father !  thy  paternal  care    .... 

290,  291.  Father,  to  us,  thy  children,  humbly  kneelim 

6,31.  Father,  we  bless  the  gentle  care 

225,  227.  Father  !  we  look  up  to  thee     . 

323,  324.  Flow  on,  thou  shining  river 

16,  22.  Forgive  thy  foes ;  —  nor  that  alone 

110,  112.  Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  love  ! 

56.  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 

55,  74.  From  Him,  who  is  thy  guard,  thy  shield     . 


223,  233.  Gently  fall  the  dews  of  eve     . 

224,  235,  237.  Gently  glides  the  stream  of  life  . 
242,  243.  Gently  in  the  golden  west 

255,  257.  Glad  hearts  to  thee  we  bring 

225,  226,  231.  Glory  be  to  God  on  high !         .        .        . 
255.  God  bless  our  native  land  !  . 

144,  170.  God,  in  the  high  and  holy  place 

141,  165.  God  is  a  Spirit  just  and  wise 

245,  253.  God  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens    . 

133,  143,  ISO.  God  might  have  made  the  earth  bring  forth 

25,  30.  God  of  eternity,  from  thee 

114,141.  God  of  my  life,  my  morning  song 

27,  33,  43.  God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 
24,  29,  80.  God  of  the  ocean,  earth,  and  sky  ! 

10,  42.  God  of  the  year  !  with  songs  of  praise    . 

28,  55.  God  !  on  this  lovely  autumn  morn 
255,  256.  God's  spirit  smiles  in  flowers  . 

325,  326.  God,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven     . 

6,  27,  13.  God,  thou  art  good !    Each  perfumed  flower 

89,  152.  Go  forth,  my  heart,  and  seek  the  bliss 


TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


,253. 

42. 
77. 
25. 
38. 
59,  72. 

152. 


Good  night !  good  night !  to  all  good  night 
Gracious  God,  our  Heavenly  Father  !    . 
Great  Author  of  all  nature's  frame ! 
Great  God !  and  wilt  thou  condescend 
Great  God  !  at  whose  all-powerful  call     . 
Great  God,  'mid  boundless  time  and  space 
Great  God  !  my  Father  and  my  Friend  . 
Great  Source  of  being 
Great  Source  of  unexhausted  good  ! 


89 

222,  228,  229.  Guide  us,  Lord,  while,  hand  in  hand  . 


23,  82.  Happy  the  meek,  whose  gentle  breast     . 

245,  254.  Hark !  the  little  birds  are  singing 

245.  Hark  !  't  is  the  breeze  of  twilight,  calling 

Hast  thou,  'midst  life's  empty  noises 
97,  317.  Have  faith  in  man,  thy  brother 

327.  Hear  thy  children's  cry 

231,234.  Heavenly  Father  !  gracious  name ! 

245,  254.  Heavenly  Father  !  grant  thy  blessing 

227,  235,  237.  Heralds  of  creation,  cry  . 
133,  166.  Here  let  thy  peace,  O  Father,  rest !     . 

104,  122,  131.  He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep     . 

14,  26.  He  sendeth  sun,  he  sendeth  shower     . 

321.  He  who  walks  in  virtue's  way 

230,  234.  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

222,  227,  240.  Hope,  though  slow  she  be,  and  late, 

90,  95,  93.        How  beautiful  the  setting  sun !    . 

262,  267.  How  beautiful  the  sight  Of  brethren,  &c. 

256,  257,  260.  How  beautiful  the  sight,  This  robe,  &c. 

6,  29.  How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 

How  deep  a  sleep  hath  bound  thee  !     . 

105,  111.  How  glad  the  tone  when  summer's  sun 

12,  17.  How  happy  is  he  born  and  taught 

13,  36,  85.  How  many  ways  the  young  may  find  . 
18,  68.  How  shall  we  praise  thee,  Lord  of  light ! 
116,  181.  How  sweet,  how  heavenly,  is  the  sight  . 
180,  182.          How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray 

71,  86.  How  withered,  faded,  seems  the  form     . 

190,  191,  221.  Hush  the  loud  cannon's  roar 


TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


TUNES. 


HYMN 

35,  71,  72.        If  high  or  low  our  station  be 207 

152,162.  If  solid  happiness  we  prize  .        .        .        .        211 

*•'—  I  hear  thee  speak  of  the  better  land        .        .        .305 

107,  167.  I  may  not  scorn  the  meanest  thing  ...  307 
96,  123.  la  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee  .  .  .  .126 
274,  275,  277.  la  childhood,  the  spring-time  of  life   .         .         .         179 

108,  141,  144.  Indulgent  God,  whose  bounteous  care  ...  62 
9.  18.  In  life's  gay  spring,  enchanting  hours!  .  .  293 
56,  59,  60.  In  pleasant  lands  have  fallen  the  lines  .  .  .263 
36,38,43.  In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid  ....  37 
31 1-                  I»  the  green  realm  of  summer,  —  this  pomp  of  the 

trees 265 

227,  231.  In  the  morning  I  will  pray 46 

151,  145.          In  the  soft  season  of  thy  youth       .        .        .        .171 
321-                  In  the  thick  and  grassy  wood      ....        323 
Into  the  sunshine,  full  of  the  light  .        .        .        .294 
329.                  I  saw  the  glorious  sun  arise         ....  94 

94,  171,  177.  I  sing  the  almighty  power  of  God  .  .  .  .109 
93,104,119.  It  was  our  Heavenly  Father's  love  ...  137 
102,115.  I  want  a  principle  within 186 


94,134.            Jehovah!  by  thy  covenant 104 

170,  1S2.          Jehovah  God !  thy  gracious  power  .        .        .  .131 

330.                  Joyfully,  joyfully,  sound  the  grateful  strain        .  11 

294,  296.  Joy  !  joy  !  a  year  is  born 245 

245,249.          Lauded  be  thy  name  for  ever       ...  113 

231,234.          Let  us,  with  a  gladsome  mind          .        ,        .  .121 

223,  233,  23S.  Lift  your  voice  and  joyful  sing  .  .  .  .  us 
11.322.  Like  shadows  gliding  o'er  the  plain  .  .  .  249 
46,  51,  82.  Like  to  the  modest,  tender  flower  .  .  .  323 
321.  Look  around  thee, —  see  Decay  .  .  .  .261 
300,  302,  304.  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing      ...  17 

224,  229.  Lord,  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place  .  .  .107 
96,  145,  165.  Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear  .  .  36 
224,  232.  Lord  of  glory  !  King  of  power  !  .  ,  .  .69 
111.  115.  170.  Lord  of  my  life!  O,  may  thy  praise  ...  30 
264,266.  Lord  of  the  worlds  below !  ...  •  153 
229,  230.          Lord !  subdue  our  selfish  will      .        .        .        .  1S3 


TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


TUNES. 

92,  165.  Lord,  thou  art  good  ;  all  nature  shows    . 

249,  253.  Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven  . 

90,  105,  118.    Lord,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray 

224,  229,  235.  Lo !  the  lilies  of  the  field  !  . 

245,  235,  249.  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 

255,  258.  Lowly  and  solemn  be  . 

331.  Low  sinks  the  setting  sun,  the  day  beams 


264,  266,  267. 
12,  43. 
247,  248. 
255. 

42,  51,  66. 
51,  62,  78. 
73,  78. 
131,  140. 
89,93. 
32,  36,  86. 
3,42. 
285,  289. 

14,  26. 
262,  269. 
316,  317. 
90,  176. 
131,  136. 
225,  227. 


1,  8,  28.  O  Father !  lift  our  souls 

239,  243.  O,  give  thanks  to  Him  who  made  . 

16,  41,  38.        O  God,  I  thank  thee  that  the  night 

158,  168.  O  God  !  to  thee  our  hearts  would  pay 

98.  O,  happy  is  the  man  who  hears  . 

115,  118,  119.  O,  help  us,  Lord!  each  hour  of  need 

266,  267.  O  holy,  holy  Lord 

282,  233.  O  ignorant,  poor  man  !  what  dost  thou 

134,  136.  O,  in  the  morn  of  life,  when  youth 

189,  193,  214.  O,  know  ye  not  that  ye  . 

207,  212.  O,  may  we  still  maintain     . 


Mark  the  soft-falling  snow 
May  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart     . 
Mighty  God  !  while  angels  bless  thee 
My  country,  't  is  of  thee 
My  God  !  all  nature  owns  thy  sway 
My  God  !  in  morning's  radiant  hour 
My  God,  I  thank  thee  ;  may  no  thought 
My  God,  thou  mak'st  the  sun  to  know 
My  God  !  thy  boundless  love  I  praise 
My  God !  to  thee,  in  humble  prayer 
My  son,  be  this  thy  simple  plan 
My  soul,  praise  the  Lord ! 

None  loves  me,  Father,  with  thy  love 
Now,  Lord,  we  part  awhile 
Now  pray  we  for  our  country 
Now  that  our  journey  's  just  begun 
Now  that  the  sun  is  beaming  bright   . 
Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone  . 


bear 


&c. 


TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


TUNES. 

143,  158. 
119,  146. 
253,  254. 
38,  85,  80. 

206,  203. 
317. 
11,  B4. 

23,74. 
20,  322,  85. 
230,  232. 
4,  27,  30. 
6,  24,  47. 
332,311. 
94,  132. 
134,  166. 
293. 

243,254. 
245,  253. 
245,  243. 
239,  243. 
253,  243. 
247,  254. 
223,237. 


Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day     . 

One  prayer  I  have,  —  all  prayers  in  one  . 

On  the  dewy  breath  of  even 

O  Source  of  uncreated  light     . 

O  spirit,  freed  from  earth     .... 

O  the  pretty  way-side  well 

O  Thou,  at  whose  dre?d  name  we  bend 

O  Thou  !  who  bidd'st  the  cheerful  ray    . 

O  Thou,  who  hast  at  thy  command     . 

O  Thou,  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds  presides 

O  Thou,  whose  presence  went  before  . 

O,  timely  happy,  timely  wise 

Our  Father  in  heaven 

Our  Fathers,  Lord,  to  seek  a  spot 

Our  Father  !  through  the  coming  year 

Our  Father  !  we  thank  thee  for  sleep 


Part  in  peace !    Is  day  before  us? 
Peace  of  God,  which  knows  no  measure 
Poison  drops  of  care  and  sorrow 
Praise  and  thanks  and  cheerful  love 
Praise  the  Lord,  when  blushing  morning 
Praise  the  Lord ;  ye  heavens  adore  him  . 
Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 


315,  316.  Remember  thy  Creator 


95,  111. 

256,  257, 

166,  163, 
246. 
89,  152. 
222,  230. 
255,  257. 
227,240. 
197,  193, 
83,100. 


Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed 
See  how  calmly  star  and  star  . 

260.  See  how  the  shining  share  . 
See  the  Northern  Light    . 

169.  Shine  forth,  eternal  Source  of  light 
Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely 
Soft  are  the  fruitful  showers  that  brin< 
Softly  now  the  light  of  day      . 
Sons  of  renowned  sires 
Source  of  light  and  life  divine  ! 
Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed    . 
Speak  gently,  —  it  is  better  far 
6 


■Mji 


HYMN 

33 

.    101 

50 

.      89 

297 
.    319 

273 

.     47 

82 

86 

279 
,      42 

103 
,    280 

247 

29 


253 
292 


276 
61 


223 


TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


324. 


231,  238. 

115,  131. 

9. 

311. 

224,  234. 
187,  183,  217. 
246,  253. 
67,  75,  77. 
88,  129. 

92,  138. 
312. 

123,  124,  123. 
43,  45,  47. 
175,  177. 
316,  318. 
185,  203,  210. 
36,  63,  66. 
94,  133,  171. 
94,  156,  168. 
1,23. 
316. 

97,  153,  1S3. 
314,  315,  318. 

93,  319,  316. 
234,  235,  2S6. 
63,  69,  76. 

114,  155,  180. 

102,  114. 

316. 

38,  39,  80. 

316,  317. 

307,  309. 


Speak  gently  to  the  little  child,  so  guileless  and  so 

free 

Speak  not  harshly  ;  —  much  of  care 
Spring  is  abroad  on  the  new-born  earth 
Suppliant,  lo  !  thy  children  bend     . 
Surely  love  is  a  blessed  emotion 
Sweet  day,  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright     . 
Sweet  flower,  spntag's  earliest,  loveliest  gem ! 
Sweet  is  the  pleasure       .... 


Teachers,  children,  ere.  we  part   . 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  King  . 

Tell  me  not,  in  mournful  numbers 

That  setting  sun  !  that  setting  sun  ! 

The  beautiful !  the  beautiful ! 

The  bird  let  loose  in  eastern  skies  . 

The  breaking  waves  dashed  high 

The  bud  will  soon  become  a  flower 

The  clear  blue  sky  looks  full  of  love  . 

The  earth,  all  light  and  loveliness   , 

The  eastern  hills  are  glowing 

The  freshly  blooming  flowers  . 

The  God  of  glory  walks  his  round 

The  heavenly  spheres  to  thee,  O  God 

The  heaven  of  heavens  cannot  contain 

The  heavens,  O  Lord  !  thy  power  proclaim 

The  hours  are  viewless  angels     . 

The  laborer,  the  laborer  . 

The  light  pours  down  from  heaven 

The  mellow  eve  is  gliding 

The  mind  is  a  garden,  and  youth's  sunny  morn 

The  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets 

The  morning  hours  of  cheerful  light 

The  ocean  looketh  up  to  heaven 

The  offerings  to  thy  throne  which  rise 

The  pleasant  spring  has  come  again 

The  rain  is  o'er ;  —  how  dense  and  bright 

There  cometh  o'er  the  spirit    . 

There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep    . 


309 


TABLE    OF    FIRST    LLNES. 


TOMBS. 

97,  130,  177. 

333,  122,  134 
.  114,  141,  154, 

140,  146,  169. 
18,  27. 
9,  18,  44. 
91.  140. 
143,  157. 
225,  240. 
223,238. 
203,  213. 
93,  132,  146. 


14,  23. 

223,  230,  233 

225.  234. 

69,  67,  63. 

250,252. 

222,231. 

334. 

7,  10. 

314,  316,  317. 

29,30. 

90,  102,  169. 

335. 

335. 

316,  317. 

1,87. 

122,  143,  153. 

100,  112. 

11,30,46. 
5,24. 

315,  316. 
32,  322,  Z 
314,  316. 
149,  175. 


There  'a  music  in  the  midnight  breeze 
There  'a  music,  music  everywhere 
.  There  'a  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light 
.  There  's  not  a  tint  that  paints  the  rose 
The  spacious  firmament  on  high 
The  Southland  hath  its  fields  of  cane 
The  thunder  bursts  !  its  rolling  might 
The  young,  the  lovely,  pass  away   . 
They  who  on  the  Lord  rely 
They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace 
Thine,  Lord,  these  heavens  on  high    . 
Think  gently  of  the  erring  one  !      . 
Thou  art  beautiful,  O  Peace ! 
Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light 
Thou,  from  whom  we  never  part 
Thou,  who  aitt'at  enthroned  above ! 
Through  all  the  various,  shifting  scene 
Through  the  day  thy  love  has  spared  us 
Thus  said  Jesus :  —  Go  and  do 
"  Thy  will  be  done  !  "    In  devious  way  , 
Time  speeds  away,  away,  away 
'T  is  not  the  gift,  but 't  ia  the  spirit 
.  'T  is  summer,  glorious  summer ! 
'T  is  winter's  jubilee !  —  this  day    . 
To  Him  from  whom  our  blessings  flow 
To  prayer !  for  the  glorious  sun  is  gone  . 
To  prayer,  to  prayer!  for  the  morning  breaks 
To  thee,  the  Lord  Almighty    . 
Truly  the  light  of  morn  is  sweet 
Turn  to  thy  Maker,  child  of  earth 
Turn,  turn  thy  hasty  foot  aside  . 

Up  to  the  throne  of  God  is  borne     . 
Up  to  the  throne  of  God  is  borne 


"We  all  love  one  another  . 
We  all,  O  Father,  all  are  thine    . 
We  come,  O  God,  with  gladness 
What  if  the  little  rain  should  say 


HYMN 

322 
.    266 

152 
.    147 

J 15 
.    313 

148 
.    262 

loo 
.    123 


312 
.    125 
72 
.    108 
1S9 
.      51 
235 
.      93 
246 
.    191 
163 
,    300 
272 
54 
23 
9 
175 
170 
290 

60 
295 

24 
194 

12 
242 


TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


TUNE 

136,  167. 
64,  65. 
22,  56. 
253,  254. 
245,  251. 
147,  163, 
255,  259. 
36,  53. 
110,  114, 
336. 

247,  248, 
314,  316. 
166,  179. 


What  secret  hand,  at  morning  light    • 

What  was  it  made  my  bosom  swell 

When,  driven  by  oppression's  rod 

When  the  joyous  day  is  dawning    . 

When  the  orb  of  morn  enlightens 
98.    When  we  devote  our  youth  to  God 

Where,  for  a  thousand  miles 

Wherefore  should  man,  frail  child  of  .clay 
167.  Who  is  thy  neighbour  ?    He  whom  thou 

Wilt  thou  not  visit  me  ?  . 
249.  Winter  lingers  in  the  bowers 

With  joy  once  more  we  hail  thee    . 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud 


175   177.  Ye  joyous  ones  !  upon  whose  brow 

231  233.  Young  and  happy  while  thou  art 


215 
281 

35 

74 
178 
264 
206 
236 

83 
325 
267 

156 

172 
183 


LIST    OF    TUNES 


LONG    METRE. 


I.  Admah. 
'2.  .Erion. 

3.  Alfreton. 

4.  Anheim. 

5.  Antigua. 

6.  Appleton. 

7.  Arfau. 

8.  Arab. 

9.  Bonnie  Doon. 

10.  Belville. 

11.  Blendon. 

12.  Bowen. 

13.  Brewer. 

14.  Brighton. 

15.  Broomfield. 

16.  Brentford. 

17.  Calvin. 

18.  Cephas. 

19.  Castle  Street. 

20.  Chapel  Street. 


21.  Clark. 

22.  Clinton. 

23.  Clyde. 

24.  Cyprus. 

25.  97th  Psalm. 

26.  Dresden. 

27.  Duke  Street. 

28.  Eaton. 

29.  Effingham. 

30.  Ellenthorpe. 

31.  Evening  Hymn. 

32.  Federal  St. 

33.  Gilead. 

34.  Glasgow. 

35.  Hamburg. 

36.  Hebron. 

37.  Hingham  (6  1.), 

38.  Ilia. 

39.  Ipswich. 

40.  Islington. 


LIST    OF    TUNES. 


41.  Leyden. 

42.  Luton. 

43.  Luther's  Chant. 

44.  Marion. 

45.  Mamre. 

46.  Med  way. 

47.  Mendon. 

48.  Migdol. 

49.  Missionary  Chant. 

50.  Monmouth. 

51.  Morning  Hymn. 

52.  Munich. 

53.  Nazareth. 

54.  Nantwich. 

55.  Newcourt  (6  1.). 

56.  Old  Hundred. 

57.  Orford. 

58.  Orland. 

59.  Park  Street. 

60.  Pilesgrove. 

61.  Portugal. 

62.  Priscilla. 

63.  Quito. 

64.  Rothwell. 


65.  Rouen. 

66.  Ryland. 

67.  Slade. 

68.  Sterling. 

69.  Seasons. 

70.  Shoel. 

71.  Stonefield. 

72.  St.  Peter's. 

73.  St.  George's. 

74.  St.  Helen's. 

75.  Summer. 

76.  Surry. 

77.  Tallis' Evening  Hymn. 

78.  Temple  Chant. 

79.  Truro. 

80.  Uxbridge. 

81.  Waltham  (6  1.). 

82.  Ward. 

83.  Wayne. 

84.  Winchester. 

85.  Wells. 

86.  Welton. 

87.  Yoakley  (6  1.). 


88.  Albany. 

89.  Aithlone  (C.  P.  M.) 

90.  Anson. 

91.  Antioch. 

92.  Archdale  (double). 


COMMON    METRE. 

93.  Ariel  {C.  P.  M.). 

94.  Arlington. 

95.  Arnold. 

96.  Arundel. 

97.  Auld  Lang  Syne. 


LIST    OF    TUNES. 


XIX 


98.  Ballerma. 

99.  Bangor  (minor). 

100.  Barby. 

101.  Bedford  (minor). 

102.  Bowdoin  Square. 

103.  Bradford. 

104.  Brattle  Street. 

105.  Broomsgrove. 

106.  Cambridge. 

107.  Chesterfield. 

108.  Christmas. 

109.  Clapton. 

110.  Clarendon. 

111.  Colchester. 

112.  Conway. 

113.  Coronation. 

114.  Coventry. 

115.  Dedham. 

116.  Devises. 

117.  Devotion. 

118.  Dorchester. 

119.  Dundee. 

120.  Dungeness  (double). 

121.  Elgin  (minor). 

122.  Farnaham  (double). 

123.  Ferry. 

124.  Fletcher. 

125.  Flora. 

126.  Funeral  Thought. 

127.  Great  Milton  (double). 

128.  Happiness. 


129.  Henry. 

130.  Heber  (double). 

131.  Heath. 

132.  Hiram. 

133.  Howard. 

134.  Hummel. 

135.  Invitation. 

136.  Irish. 

137.  Hermon. 

138.  Jordan. 

139.  Judah. 

140.  Kendall. 

141.  Lanesboro. 

142.  Lebanon. 

143.  Litchfield. 

144.  London. 

145.  Mear. 

146.  Medfield. 

147.  Melody. 

148.  Meriden. 

149.  Marlow. 

150.  Martyrdom  (minor). 

151.  Manchester. 

152.  Meribah  (C.  P.  M.). 

153.  Moreh  (double). 

154.  Naomi. 

155.  Newton. 

156.  Nichols. 

157.  Patmos. 

158.  Peterboro. 

159.  Piety. 


LIST    OF    TUXES. 


160.  Poland. 

161.  Princeton. 

162.  Rapture  (C.  P.  M.). 

163.  Rochester. 

164.  Sinai. 

165.  Stephens. 

166.  St.  Ann's. 

167.  St.  John's. 

168.  St.  Martin's. 

169.  Swanwick. 

170.  Tallis'  Chant. 

171.  Tolland. 


172.  Tunbridge. 

173.  Walsall. 

174.  Wareham. 

175.  Warwick. 

176.  Westford. 

177.  Westmoreland  (doub.) 

178.  Windsor. 

179.  Winter. 

180.  Woodstock. 

181.  York. 

182.  Ydolem. 

183.  Zerah. 


SHORT    METRE. 


184.  Allenza  (double). 

185.  Asbury. 

186.  Aylesbury  (minor) 

187.  Athol. 

188.  Boylston. 

189.  Calmar. 

190.  Clapton. 

191.  Dartmouth. 

192.  Dimon. 

193.  Dover. 

194.  Elysium. 

195.  Fairfield. 

196.  Gerar. 

197.  Harrison. 

198.  Haverhill. 

199.  Hudson. 

200.  Kambia  (minor). 


201.  Lisbon. 

202.  Maitland. 

203.  Momington. 

204.  Mount  Ephraim. 

205.  Owen. 

206.  Olmutz. 

207.  Olney. 

208.  Paddington. 

209.  Pelham  (double). 

210.  Peltonville. 

211.  Seir. 

212.  Silver  Street. 

213.  Shawmut. 

214.  Shirland. 

215.  Southfield. 

216.  Sunbury  (minor) 

217.  St.  Thomas. 


LIST 

OF    TUNES. 

218.  Thatcher. 

220.  Watchman. 

219.  Utica. 

221.  Westminster. 

7  s, 

.    METRE. 

222.  Alcester. 

233.  Morning-. 

223.  Alsen. 

234.  Nuremburg-. 

224.  Benevento. 

235.  Onido  (double). 

225.  Berlin. 

236.  Palmer  (6  1.). 

226.  Dresden. 

237.  Pilton. 

227.  Edyfield. 

238.  Pleyel's  Hymn. 

228.  Eltham. 

239.  Rosefield. 

229.  Eton  (double). 

240.  Rotterdam. 

230.  Eventide. 

241.   Sabbath  (6  1.). 

231.  Hamburg-. 

242.  Stella. 

232.  Hotham  (double). 

243.  Turin  (6  1.). 

8  &  7 

» 

S.    METRE. 

244.  Greece. 

250.  Tarn  worth. 

245.  Greenville. 

251.  Vesper  Hymn. 

246.  Mount  Vernon. 

252.  Westborough  (61.) 

253.  Wilmot. 

247.  Orion. 

248.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

254.  Worthing. 

249.  Smyrna. 

6  &  4 

S.    METRE. 

255.  America. 

259.  Serug. 

256.  Doit. 

260.  Swanton. 

257.  Italian  Hymn. 

261.  Uhden  (peculiar). 

258.  Knott. 

XXI 


HALLELUJAH     METRE. 
262.  Bethesda.  263.  Beza. 


XX11  LIST    OF    TUNES. 

.264.  Claremont.  268.  Murray. 

265.  Darwell.  269.  Newbury. 

266.  Haddam.  270.  Triumph. 

267.  Lischer. 

8    S.    METRE. 

271.  Goshen.  275.  Springtide. 

272.  Northfield.  276.  Timna. 

273.  Northampton  (doub.).  277.  Waitland. 

274.  Spring.  278.  Wilworth. 

7  &  5   s.  METRE. 

279.  Studley. 

10  S.    METRE. 

280.  Divine  Inspiration,  or    282.  Savannah. 
Dr.  Johnson's  Hymn.     283.  Whitby. 

281.  Havre. 

11  S.   METRE. 

284.  Hinton.  287.  Scotland. 

285.  Portuguese  Hymn.      288.  St.  Dennis. 

286.  Prescott. 

10  &    11    S.    METRE. 

289.  Lyons. 

11  &    10    S.    METRE. 

290.  Folsom.  291.  Olivia. 

11    &    8    S.    METRE. 

292.  Bentley. 


LIST    OF    TUNES.  xxiii 

8    &    11    S.    METRE. 


293.  Dwight. 


6    S.    METRE. 

294-  AIPS-  296.  Kensington. 

295.  Hebron  (by  slurring  297.  Oporto, 
some  notes) . 

8,    7,    &    4    S.    METRE. 

298.  Amsterdam.  302.  Greece. 

299.  Brest.  303.  Oliphant. 

300.  Dismission  Hymn.  304.  Sicily. 

301.  Helmsley.  305.  Zion. 

8    &    4    S.    METRE. 

306.  Arton.  308.  Lorton. 

307.  Carter.  309.  Wayland. 

PARTICULAR    METRE. 
310.  Groton  (Come  let  us  311.  Home. 

anew).  312.  Pilgrim  Fathers. 

7    &    6    S.    METRE. 

313.  Amsterdam.  317.  Yarmouth. 

314.  Clarence.  318.  Zera. 

315.  Evarts.  319.  zuar> 

316.  Missionary  Hymn. 

SHORT    PARTICULAR    METRE. 

320.  Dalston. 


?J 


XXIV  LIST    OF    TUNES. 

7    &    8    S.    METRE. 

321.  New  Hampshire. 

ADDITIONAL. 

322.  Long  Metre.  —  "  Helam." 

323.  "  Flow  on,  thou  shining  river." 

324.  "Bliie-eyedMary." 

325.  Particular  Metre.  —  "  Happy  Land. 

326.  Sacred  Lyrist,  p.  78.     Modern  Harp,  p.  228. 

327.  5,  7,  &  4  s.  metre.  —  "  Hague." 

328.  Social  Choir,  p.  70.  —  "  Better  Land." 

329.  "Zerah"  (see  183),  lengthening  last  line. 

330.  Com.  School  Sing.  Book.  — "  Cheerily,"  p.  62. 

331.  "Oft  in  the  stilly  night." 

332.  "Frederick." 

333.  Common  Metre.  —  "  Dalmatia." 

334.  "Chant."  — Sacred  Lyrist,  p.  62. 

335.  "0,  dear  is  my  cottage." 

336.  "Syria."  — From  the  "Choir,"  with  some  ab- 

breviations. 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


Acceptance  and  peace  with  God, 

7,79. 
Adoration,  5. 

Affliction  God's  aneel,  220. 
All  for  good,  154,  194. 
Altar  and  school,  231. 
Animals,  kindness  to,  290. 
Anniversaries,  279. 
Ascription,  9,  10.  15. 
Aspiration,  102,  296. 
Aurora  Borealis,  324. 

Beauty  in  nature,  316. 

Better  land,  305. 

Better  part,  197. 

Blessing,  seeking  a,  13,  23,  107. 

Bright  hour,  2S7. 

Brotherhood,  284. 

Candor,  199. 

Child  of  God,  81. 

Communion  with  God,  79. 

Consolation,  213.  217,  220. 

Contentment.  211. 

Country,  our.  270,  271,  273.  274. 

Creation  and  Providence,  109. 

Daisy,  323. 
Dead  blessed,  263. 
Death  of  a  scholar,  259. 

a  sister,  253. 

the  good.  254. 

the  young,  256,  262. 
Decay,  261. 
Destiny,  our,  216. 
Dews  and  tears,  219. 
Diligence,  179. 
Dismission.  17,  18. 
Doxology,  2,  15. 


Early  goodness,  169-  183,  239. 
Earth  the  shadow  of  heaven,  143. 
Effort,  234. 

Encouragement  to  pray,  94. 
Envy,  215. 
Evening,  49-75. 

aspiration,  57. 

hymn  of  nature,  58. 

and  morning,  74,  117. 

prayer.  50,  51 ,  54,  56,  59, 
64,  67,  63,  72. 

self-examination,  70,  190. 

supplication,  69,  71. 

worship,  49,  53,  55. 
Excursion,  265,  266,  267,  269,  277. 

Fathers,  remembrance  of  the,  268. 

Fear  of  God,  214. 

Festivals.    See  Excursion. 

Fidelity,  241. 

Flowers,  314. 

Forefathers,    God'a  kindness   to, 

272. 
Forgiveness,  301. 
Fountain,  294. 
Friendship,  203. 
Funeral  prayer,  255. 

God,  all  to  the  glory  of,  119,  237. 
glory  of,  in  the  heavens,  145. 
goodness  and  love  of,  39,  127, 

131,  132.  134,  135.  L38,  140. 

142.  147,  304. 
omnipresent.  4, 126, 123-130 

136,  139,  141,  152,  293. 
our  Father,  92,  133. 
our  Guardian,  19. 
seeking,  83. 
the  Creator,  124,  152. 


XXVI 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


God  the  Giver  of  all,  113.  115,  116, 
120-122,  137,  1.54. 
the   Life  and    Light  of  the 
world.  125. 
God's  hand  acknowledged  in  the 

morning,  32. 
Going  forth  to  teach,  264,  2S2. 
Golden  rule,  235. 
Gone  before,  253. 
Goodness  everlasting,  200. 
Gospel,  efficacy  of  the,  291 
Grave,  at  the,  257. 

Happy  life,  233. 
Harmony  of  praise,  103. 
Harvest,"  166,  167. 
Heroes,  true.  239. 
Honor  all  men,  307. 
Hope,  303. 
Humility,  206. 

Immortality.  297. 
Influence,  242. 
Invocation,  6,  7,  21,  25. 

Joy  at  meeting,  11. 
Justice,  207. 

Kindness  to  animals.  290. 
Kindly  judgment.  222. 
Knowledge  of  God  sought,  95. 

Laborer,  the.  310. 
Life  appointed  by  God,  139. 
psalm  of.  229. 
work  of.  230,  231. 
Light  for  all,'  233. 

seeking.  86,  89,  95. 
Lilies,  150.  302. 
Lord's  prayer.  103. 
Love,  Christian,  187. 

divine,  35,  127,135.133.235. 

fraternal.  188,  203,  212,  234. 

to  all.  24.  184. 

to  God  and  man,  93. 

Massachusetts.  313. 
Meekness.  199.  205.     • 
Mind  a  garden,  315. 
Morning,  autumn,  43. 

and  evening,  74,  117. 

hymns.  25-48. 

invocation,  25,  237. 


Morning  mercies,  42,  44,  47. 

praise  and  prayer,  26- 
29,36,33,  41,43,  45, 
46,  110. 

winter,  300. 
Mortality.  260,  261. 
Mothers,  Pilgrim.  275. 
Mourners  blessed,  217. 
Music  of  nature,  322. 
Music  of  the  soul,  236. 

National  hymn,  270. 
Neighbour,  thy,  236. 
Noon,  295. 
Northern  light,  324. 

Ocean,  321. 

Parting.  14.  16,18-20,22-24. 
Path  of  safety,  243. 
Peace,  312. 
Peace  of  God,  8. 
Pilgrims.  230,  233. 
Pilgrims,  feast  of,  276. 
Pilgrim  mothers,  275. 
Pleasant  day,  320. 
Plough,  the.  306. 
Praise,  1,  105-124. 

from  all  lands,  105. 
Prayer,  constant.  128. 

for  a  blessing,  3,  13,  23. 

guidance  and  light,  30, 
89,  201. 

help,  76,  73,  81,  S3,  91. 
96,  97,  104. 

peace,  77 

wisdom,  87,  90,  201. 
funeral,  255. 
Progress,  195. 
Providence,  109.  155. 
Psalm  of  life,  229. 
Puritv.  233. 
Purity  of  heart,  193. 
Purpose  of  life,  231. 

Rainbow,  151. 

Religion,  beauty  and  glory  of,  292. 

Remember  thy  Creator,  171,  172, 

Resignation,  100, 101. 192, 204, 211. 
Resolutions,  good,  196. 
Rest,  true.  232. 
River,  299. 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


XXV 11 


Rule  of  life,  244. 

School  and  altar,  231. 

Schools,  blessing  of,  278. 

Seasons,  106,  146,  153,  156-15S. 

Seed  of  the  word,  209. 

Seed-time  of  life,  239. 

Self-examination,  190. 

Shower,  after  a,  317. 

Sincerity,  198. 

Sleep.  311. 

Snowdrop,  325. 

Snow,  sudden,  318. 

Soul.  296,  298,  309. 

Spirit  giveth  life,  191. 

Spring  159-162. 

Stars,  149. 

Stars  and  streams,  326. 

Strawberry,  328. 

Stream  of  life,  250. 

Submission  and  obedience,  S2,  84, 

92,  93,  192,  218. 
Summer,  163-165. 
Sunrise,  40. 
Sunset,  52,  60,  73,  303. 

Teachers  going  forth,  264. 
Tears  and  dews,  219. 
Thanksgiving.     See  Praise. 
Thunderstorm,  148. 


Time,  flight  of,  87.  216,  249,  250, 
252. 

worth  of.  251. 
Trial,  right  use  of,  100. 
True  wisdom.  202. 
Trust  and  submission,  218,  221. 

in  man,  185. 
Truth,  progress  of,  291. 

Unfading  beauty,  200. 
Usefulness,  240. 

Violet,  327. 
Virtue's  way,  2-13. 

Watchfulness,  186,  210.      - 

Wayside  well,  319. 

Winter,  163,  300. 

Wisdom,  seeking,  87,  90,  173,  201. 

true,  202. 
Words,  angry,  228. 

gentle,  223-227. 
Worship,  cheerful,  11,  12. 

of  nature,  144. 

pure,  99. 

Year,  close  of,  24^. 

crowned  with  goodness,  146. 

new.  245,  247. 
Zeal  and  vigor  in  true  life,  195. 


THE 


SCHOOL  HYMN-BOOK. 


I.  COMMENCEMENT  AND  CLOSE  OF 
SCHOOL. 


1.  7  s.  M.  61.  J.  Taylor. 

Praise  to  God  for  hi3  Greatness  and  Mercy. 

1  Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 
God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky. 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiven  ! 
Man,  the  well-beloved  of  Heaven. 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high ! 
God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky. 

2  Favored  mortals,  raise  the  song  ; 
Endless  thanks  to  God  belong. 
Hearts  o'erflowing  with  his  praise, 
Join  the  hymns  your  voices  raise. 

3  Mark  the  wonders  of  his  hand  ; 
Power,  no  empire  can  withstand  ; 
Wisdom,  angels'  glorious  theme  ; 
Goodness,  one  eternal  stream. 

l  l 


COMMENCEMENT   AND   CLOSE    OF    SCHOOL. 

4  Awful  Being !  from  thy  throne 
Send  thy  promised  blessings  down  ; 
Let  thy  light,  thy  truth,  thy  peace, 
Bid  our  raging  passions  cease. 
Glory  be,  &c. 


2«  7  s.  M.  Gaskell. 

Doxology. 

1  Father  !  glory  be  to  thee, 
Source  of  all  the  good  we  see ! 
Glory  for  the  blessed  light 
Rising  on  the  ancient  night ! 

2  Glory  for  the  hopes  that  come 
Streaming  through  the  dreary  tomb ! 
Glory  for  the  counsel  given, 
Guiding  us  in  peace  to  heaven ! 


3.  7  s.  M.  T.  Gray,  Jr. 

Prayer  for  a  Blessing. 

1  Suppltant,  lo  !  thy  children  bend, 

Father,  for  thy  blessing  now  ; 
Thou  canst  teach  us,  guide,  defend  ; 
We  are  weak>  almighty  thou. 

2  With  the  peace  thy  word  imparts 

Be  the  taught  and  teachers  blest ; 
In  our  lives,  and  in  our  hearts, 
Father,  be  thy  laws  impressed. 


COMMENCEMENT    AND    CLOSE    OF    SCHOOL. 

3  Shed  abroad  in  every  mind 

Light  and  pardon  from  above, 
Charity  for  all  our  kind, 

Trusting  faith,  and  holy  love. 


4»  C.  M.  Drennan. 

God  may  be  worshipped  in  every  Place. 

1  The  heaven  of  heavens  cannot  contain 

The  universal  Lord  ; 
Yet  he  in  humble  hearts  will  deign 
To  dwell  and  be  adored. 

2  Where'er  ascends  the  sacrifice 

Of  fervent  praise  and  prayer, 
Or  on  the  earth,  or  in  the  skies, 
The  God  of  heaven  is  there. 

3  His  presence  is  diffused  abroad 

Through  realms,  through  worlds,  unknown ; 
Who  seek  the  mercies  of  our  God 
Are  ever  near  his  throne. 


5.  7  s.  M. 

Humble  Adoration. 

1  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Be  thy  glorious  name  adored  ; 
Lord  !  thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail  ! 

2  While  on  earth  ordained  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way  ; 


COMMENCEMENT   AND    CLOSE    OF    SCHOOL. 

Then  on  high  we  '11  joyful  raise 
Songs  of  everlasting  praise. 

3  Lord  !  thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail  ! 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Be  thy  glorious  name  adored. 


6.  6  &  4  s.  M. 

Solemn  Invocation. 

1  Come,  thou  Almighty  King ! 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing  ; 

Help  us  to  praise  ! 
Father  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  Days  ! 

2  Come,  thou  all-gracious  Lord  ! 
By  heaven  and  earth  adored, 

Our  prayer  attend ! 
Come,  and  thy  children  bless ; 
Give  thy  good  word  success  ; 
Make  thine  own  holiness 

On  us  descend  ! 

3  Never  from  us  depart  ; 
Rule  thou  in  every  heart 

Hence  evermore  ! 
Thy  sovereign  Majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 


COMMENCEMENT    AND   CLOSE    OF    SCHOOL. 

7.  c.  M. 

Peace  be  unto  this  House. 

1  Here  let  thy  peace,  O  Father,  rest ! 

Here  let  thy  love  abide  ! 
Our  every  joy  in  thee  more  blest, 
Each  sorrow  sanctified. 

2  May  our  petitions  when  we  meet, 

And  every  secret  prayer, 
Come  up  before  thy  mercy-seat, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

3  Teach  us,  with  hearts  made  one  in  love, 

To  do  thy  pure  commands  ; 
And  give  us,  in  thy  time,  above, 
A  house  not  made  with  hands. 


8.  8  &  7  s.  M. 

The  Peace  of  God. 

Peace  of  God,  which  knows  no  measure, 

Heavenly  sunlight  of  the  soul, 
Peace  beyond  all  earthly  treasure, 

Come,  and  all  our  hearts  control ! 
Come,  almighty  to  deliver  ! 

Naught  shall  make  us  then  afraid  ; 
We  will  trust  in  thee  for  ever, 

Thou  on  whom  our  hope  is  stayed  ! 


COMMENCEMENT    AND    CLOSE    OF    SCHOOL. 

9.  7  &  6  s.  M.  Gaskell. 

Ascription. 

1  To  Thee,  the  Lord  Almighty, 

Our  noblest  praise  we  give, 
Who  all  things  hast  created, 
And  blessest  all  that  live  ; 

2  Whose  goodness,  never  failing, 

Through  countless  ages  gone, 
For  ever  and  for  ever 

Shall  still  keep  shining  on. 

10.  6&4s.M. 

1  Glad  hearts  to  thee  we  bring, 
With  joy  thy  name  we  sing, 

Father  above  ! 
Creation  praises  thee, 
On  all  around  we  see 

Tokens  of  love. 

2  Giver  of  all  our  powers  ! 
Now,  in  life's  morning  hours, 

May  they  be  thine  ! 
Pure  and  from  error  free, 
An  offering  worthy  thee, 

Father  Divine ! 

11.  11,  7,  &6s.  M. 

1  Joyfully,  joyfully,  sound  the  grateful  strain, 
Happily,  happily,  now  we  meet  again : 
Here  we  stand  !  here  we  stand  ! 


COMMENCEMENT    AND    CLOSE    OF    SCHOOL. 

Who  at  home  has  wished  to  stay  ? 
Who  lias  loitered  by  the  way  ? 
Whom,  upon  this  radiant  day, 
Do  we  miss  from  our  band  ? 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  sound  the  grateful  strain. 
Happily,  happily,  now  we  meet  again : 
All  are  here  !  all  are  here  ! 
All  who  love  the  morning's  prime, 
All  who  truly  value  time. 
So  we  '11  sound  the  grateful  chime, 
All  are  here  !  all  are  here  ! 


12.  7  &  6s.  31. 

1  We  come,  O  God,  with  gladness, 

Our  humble  thanks  to  bring  ; 
With  hearts  yet  free  from  sadness, 

Our  hymns  of  praise  we  sing. 
Along  our  path  are  glowing 

The  tokens  of  thy  love  ; 
Like  streams  of  bounty  flowing, 

Thy  mercies  from  above. 

2  Health,  peace,  and  joy  attend  us, 

Kind  friends  are  ever  near ; 
O  Father  !  thou  dost  send  us 

Unnumbered  blessings  here  : 
And  though  we,  in  our  blindness, 

Enjoy,  but  disobey, 
Yet  still  thou,  in  thy  kindness, 

Tak'st  not  thy  gifts  away. 

7 


COMMENCEMENT   AND    CLOSE    OF    SCHOOL. 

3  Here,  then,  in  childhood's  morning, 

Our  hymns  to  thee  we  raise  ; 
Thy  love,  our  lives  adorning, 

Shall  fill  our  hearts  with  praise. 
Thy  will  henceforth,  for  ever, 

Shall  be  our  only  guide  ; 
From  duty's  path  we  'd  never, 

O,  never  !  turn  aside. 


13.  8«&7s.M. 

1  Gracious  God,  our  Heavenly  Father ! 

Meet  and  bless  our  school,  we  pray ; 
As  in  humble  trust  we  gather, 

Teachers,  scholars,  here  to-day, 
Every  joy  and  every  blessing 

From  thy  bounteous  hand  we  own  ; 
May  thy  love,  our  souls  possessing, 

Draw  us  nearer  to  thy  throne. 

2  Weak,  imperfect,  tempted,  erring, 

From  thy  precepts,  Lord,  we  stray ; 
Let  thy  spirit,  from  our  wandering, 

Bring  us  back  to  virtue's  way. 
Humble,  penitent,  confiding, 

May  we  rest  our  hope  in  thee  ; 
In  thy  favor,  Lord,  abiding, 

In  thy  peace  and  purity. 


14.  8  &  7  s.  M.  S.  F.  Adams. 

At  Parting. 

1  Part  in  peace  !     Is  day  before  us  ? 
Praise  His  name  for  life  and  light : 


COMMENCEMENT    AND    CLOSE    OF    SCHOOL. 

Are  the  shadows  lengthening  o'er  us  ? 
Bless  His  care  who  guards  the  night. 

Part  in  peace  !  with  deep  thanksgiving, 
Rendering,  as  we  homeward  tread, 

Gracious  service  to  the  living, 
Tranquil  memory  to  the  dead. 

Part  in  peace  !     Such  are  the  praises 
God,  our  Maker,  loveth  best ; 

Such  the  worship  that  upraises 
Human  hearts  to  heavenly  rest. 


lo#  L.  M.  Watts. 

Ascription. 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


16#  7  s.  M.  J.  Newton. 

Hymn  at  Parting. 

1  As  the  sun's  enlivening  eye 

Shines  on  every  place  the  same, 
So  the  Lord  is  always  nigh 

To  the  souls  that  love  his  name. 


COMMENCEMENT    AND   CLOSE    OF    SCHOOL. 

2  When  they  move  at  duty's  call, 

He  is  with  them  by  the  way ; 
He  is  ever  with  them  all, 

Those  who  go  and  those  who  stay. 

3  For  a  season  called  to  part, 

Let  us  then  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 

4  Father,  hear  our  humble  prayer  ! 

Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

5  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong ; 

Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain  ; 
Give  us,  if  we  live,  ere  long 
Here  to  meet  in  peace  again. 


17.  8  &  7  s.,  or  8,  7,  &  4  s.  M.       Burder. 

Dismission. 

1  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  peace  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 

O,  refresh  us ! 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  : 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 


COMMENCEMENT    AND    CLOSE    OF    SCHOOL. 


18,  L.  M. 

Closing  Hymn. 

1  Father,  once  more  let  grateful  praise 

And  humble  prayer  to  thee  ascend ; 
Thou  Guide  and  Guardian  of  our  ways, 
Our  early  and  our  only  Friend. 

2  Since  every  day  and  hour  that  's  gone 

Has  been  with  mercy  richly  crowned, 
Mercy,  we  know,  shall  still  flow  on, 
For  ever  sure,  as  time  rolls  round. 

3  Hear,  then,  the  parting  prayers  we  pour, 

And  bind  our  hearts  in  love  alone  ; 
And  if  we  meet  on  earth  no  more, 
May  we  at  last  surround  thy  throne. 


19#  L.  M.    Christian  Psalmist. 

The  Heavenly  Guardian. 

1  As  every  day  thy  mercy  spares 
Will  bring  its  trials  or  its  cares, 
O  Father,  till  my  life  shall  end, 
Be  thou  my  counsellor  and  friend  ! 
Teach  me  thy  statutes  all  divine, 
And  let  thy  will  be  always  mine  ! 

2  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 

With  pardoning  mercy,  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Father,  while  I  rest ; 
And  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 
O,  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies ! 
n 


COMMENCEMENT    AND   CLOSE  OF    SCHOOL. 


20.  8,  7,  &  4  s.  M. 

1  Good  night !  good  night !  to  all  good  night ! 

Good  night !  the  time  is  fleeting  ! 
How  have  our  hearts  beat  with  delight, 

At  this  our  happy  meeting  ! 
Thus  may  we  wake,  with  bosoms  light, 

Unclouded  by  a  sorrow, 
From  dreams  of  all  we  love  to-night, 

To  pleasant  hours  to-morrow  ! 
And  while  we  sleep, 
May  angels  keep 

Their  watch  around  our  pillow ! 
Good  night !  good  night !  to  all  good  night ! 

2  Good  night !  good  night !  to  all  good  night ! 

O,  let  each  heart,  addressing 
The  God  of  peace,  and  love,  and  light, 

Now  supplicate  his  blessing  ! 
Pure  as  the  dew  unseen  ascends 

In  morning's  sunny  hour, 
Pure  as  the  spotless  lily  bends 

To  heaven  her  vestal  flower,  — 
So  purely  there 
Let  the  child's  prayer 

Rise  to  the  same  good  Power ! 
Good  night !  good  night !  to  all  good  night ! 


21.  5,7,&4s.  M. 

1  Hear  thy  children's  cry  ; 
Shield  us,  Lord,  from  harm ; 
Safely  we  rely 
On  thy  mighty  arm  : 

12 


COMMENCEMENT    AND   CLOSE    OF    SCHOOL. 

Thou  art  God  alone  ; 
Those  who  seek  a  Father's  face 
Thou  wilt  bless,  and  they  shall  own 
A  Father's  grace. 

2  May  our  faith  and  love 
With  our  years  increase  ; 
Let  us  never  rove 
From  the  paths  of  peace  ; 
But  through  life  display 
Holy  deeds  and  actions  pure, 
That,  when  life  has  passed  away, 
Bliss  may  be  sure. 


22.  7  s.  M. 

1  Teachers,  children,  ere  we  part, 
Every  voice  and  every  heart 
Join,  and  to  our  Father  raise 
One  last  hymn  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Though  we  here  should  meet  no  more, 
Yet  there  is  a  brighter  shore  ; 
There,  released  from  toil  and  pain, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 


23.  8  &  7  s.  M. 

1  Heavenly  Father  !  grant  thy  blessing 
On  the  teaching  of  this  day ; 
That  our  hearts,  thy  fear  possessing, 
May  from  sin  be  turned  away. 


COMMENCEMENT   AND    CLOSE    OF    SCHOOL. 

2  Have  we  wandered  ?  O,  forgive  us  ! 
Have  we  wished  from  truth  to  rove  ? 
Turn,  O,  turn  us,  and  receive  us, 
Arid  incline  us  truth  to  love  ! 


24.  7  &  6  s.  M. 

1  We  all  love  one  another, 
We  all  love  one  another, 
We  all  love  one  another  ; 

And  we  all  love,  beside, 
Our  fathers  and  our  mothers, 
Our  sisters  and  our  brothers  ; 
And  we  forget  not  others, 

Who  seek  our  steps  to  guide. 

2  We  love  our  school  and  teachers, 
We  love  our  school  and  teachers, 
We  love  our  school  and  teachers ; 

Here  truth  and  love  we  learn  ; 
We  rise  in  prayer  together, 
We  sing  our  hymns  together, 
We  go  away  together, 

Together  we  '11  return. 


II.    MORNING  AND   EVENING. 


25.  L.  M.  Kenn. 

A  Morning  Invocation. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Lord,  I  to  thee  my  vows  renew  ; 
Dispel  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

3  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say, 

That  all  my  powers,  with  true  delight, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 


26.  7  s.  M. 

Morning  Hymn. 

1  Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone 
Now  the  morning  light  is  come  : 
Lord,  may  we  be  thine  to-day ! 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

15 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

2  Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light, 
Banish  doubt,  and  clear  our  sight ; 
In  thy  service,  Lord,  to-day, 

May  we  stand,  and  watch  and  pray. 

3  Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound  ; 
Save  us  from  our  foes  around  ; 
Going  out  and  coming  in, 

Keep  us  safe  from  every  sin. 

4  When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 
O,  receive  us  then  at  last ; 
Night  and  sin  will  be  no  more, 
When  we  reach  the  heavenly  shore. 


27.  L.  M.  PlERPONT. 

For  a  Child. 

1  0  God,  I  thank  thee  that  the  night 

In  peace  and  rest  hath  passed  away  ; 
And  that  I  see,  in  this  fair  light, 

My  Father's  smile,  that  makes  it  day. 

2  Be  thou  my  Guide,  and  let  me  live 

As  under  thine  all-seeing  eye  : 
Supply  my  wants,  my  sins  forgive, 
And  make  me  happy  when  I  die. 

28.  P.  M.  H.  Ware,  Jr. 

Prayer  at  Morning. 

To  prayer,  to  prayer  !  for  the  morning  breaks, 
And  earth  in  her  Maker's  smile  awakes  ; 

16 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

His  light  is  on  all  below  and  above,  — 
The  light  of  gladness,  and  life,  and  love. 
O,  then,  on  the  breath  of  this  early  air, 
Send  upward  the  incense  of  grateful  prayer. 

29.  8&lls.  M. 

Praise  in  the  Morning. 

1  Our  Father !  we  thank  thee  for  sleep, 

For  quiet  and  peaceable  rest ; 
We  bless  the  kind  care  that  doth  keep 

Thy  children  from  being  distressed  : 
O,  how  in  their  weakness  shall  children  repay 
Thy  fatherly  kindness,  by  night  and  by  day  ? 

2  Our  voices  shall  utter  thy  praise, 

Our  hearts  shall  o'erflow  with  thy  love  ; 
O,  teach  us  to  walk  in  thy  ways, 

And  lift  us  earth's  trials  above  ! 
The  heart's  true  affection  is  all  we  can  give  ; 
In  love's  pure  devotion,  O,  help  us  to  live  ! 

3  So  long  as  thou  seest  it  right 

That  here  upon  earth  we  should  stay, 
We  pray  thee  to  guard  us  by  night, 
And  help  us  to  serve  thee  by  day  ; 
And  when  all  the  days  of  this  life  shall  be  o'er, 
Receive  us  in  heaven,  to  serve  thee  the  more. 

30.  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

Morning  Hymn. 

1  Lord  of  my  life  !  O,  may  thy  praise 
Employ  my  noblest  powers, 
2*  n 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

Whose  goodness  lengthens  out  my  days, 
And  fills  the  circling  hours  ! 

2  Preserved  by  thy  almighty  arm, 

I  passed  the  shades  of  night, 
Serene  and  safe  from  every  harm, 
And  see  returning  light. 

3  When  sleep,  death's  semblance,  o'er  me  spread, 

And  I  unconscious  lay, 
Thy  watchful  care  was  round  my  bed, 
To  guard  my  feeble  clay. 

4  O,  let  the  same  almighty  care 

My  waking  hours  attend  ! 
From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 

5  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days  ; 
And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 


31.  L.  M.  Watts. 

Morning  Hymn. 

God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 
The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 

And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies. 

From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east, 

The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And,  without  weariness  or  rest, 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  shines. 

18 


MORNING    AND    EVENING. 

3  O,  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfil 

The  appointed  duties  of  the  day, 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will 
March  on  and  keep  the  heavenly  way. 


«**•  C  31.  Montgomery. 

Acknowledging  God's  Hand. 

1  What  secret  hand,  at  morning  light, 

Softly  unseals  mine  eye, 
Draws  back  the  curtain  of  the  night, 
And  opens  earth  and  sky  ? 

2  'T  is  thine,  my  God,  — the  same  that  kept 

_  My  resting  hours  from  harm  ; 

No  ill  came  nigh  me,  for  I  slept 

Beneath  the  Almighty's  arm. 

3  'T  is  thine,  my  daily  bread  that  brings, 

Like  manna  scattered  round, 
And  clothes  me,  as  the  lily  springs 
In  beauty  from  the  ground. 

4  In  death's  dark  valley  though  I  strav, 

'T  would  there  my  steps  attend, 
Guide  with  the  staff  my  lonely  way, 
And  with  the  rod  defend. 

5  May  that  sure  hand  uphold  me  still 

Through  life's  uncertain  race, 
To  bring  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 
And  to  thy  dwelling-place. 

19 


MORNING   AND   EVENING. 

33,  C.  M.  Watts. 

Morning  Song. 

1  Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day- 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound, 
Wide  as  the  heaven  on  which  he  sits 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

While  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 

34.  c.  M. 

Morning  Hymn. 

1  My  God,  thou  mak'st  the  sun  to  know 

His  proper  hour  to  rise, 
And,  to  give  light  to  all  below. 
Dost  send  him  round  the  skies. 

2  When  from  the  chambers  of  the  east 

His  morning  race  begins, 
He  never  tires,  nor  stops  to  rest, 
But  round  the  world  he  shines. 

20 


MORNING    AND    EVENING. 

3  So,  like  the  sun,  would  I  fulfil 

The  business  of  the  day ; 
Begin  my  work  betimes,  and  still 
March  on  my  heavenly  way. 

4  Give  me,  O  Lord,  thine  early  grace, 

Nor  let  my  soul  complain, 
That  the  young  morning  of  my  days 
Has  been  consumed  in  vain. 


35.  8  &  7  s.  M. 

Morning  Hymn. 

1  When  the  joyous  day  is  dawning, 

And  the  happy  light  we  see, 
We  who  live  in  life's  pure  morning, 
Father,  would  remember  thee. 

2  While  in  quiet  we  were  sleeping, 

Kindly,  though  we  knew  it  not, 
Thou  a  guardian  watch  wert  keeping  ; 
Never  is  thy  child  forgot. 

3  Now  another  day  is  given, 

With  thy  love,  may  it  be  blest ; 
May  we  think  of  thee  and  heaven, 
Of  that  purer,  better  rest. 


36.  C.  M.  Watts. 

Worship. 

1  Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high  ; 

21 


MORNING   AND   EVENING. 

To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  O,  may  thy  spirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteousness, 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 


37»  L.  M.  Hawkesworth. 

Morning  Hymn. 

1  In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 

I  safely  passed  the  silent  night ; 
Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade, 
Again  behold  the  morning  light. 

2  New-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour  ; 

Once  more,  with  awe,  rejoice  to  be  ; 
My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power, 
And  soars,  my  guardian  God  !  to  thee. 

3  O,  guide  me  through  the  various  maze 

My  doubtful  feet  are  doomed  to  tread  ; 
And  spread  thy  shield's  protecting  blaze 
Where  dangers  press  around  my  head  ! 


38.  C.  M.  Steele. 

Gratitude  and  Supplication. 

1  God  of  my  life,  my  morning  song 
To  thee  I  cheerful  raise  : 
Thine  acts  of  love  't  is  good  to  sing, 
And  pleasant  't  is  to  praise. 

22 


MORNING    AND    EVENING. 

2  Preserved  by  thy  almighty  arm, 

I  passed  the  shades  of  night, 
Serene  and  safe  from  every  harm, 
To  see  the  morning  light. 

3  O,  let  the  same  almighty  care 

Through  all  this  day  attend ; 
From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 

4  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days  ; 
And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 


39.  c.  m. 

Goodness  of  God. 

1  Delightful  is  the  task  to  sing, 

On  each  returning  day, 
The  praises  of  our  Heavenly  King, 
And  grateful  homage  pay. 

2  The  countless  worlds,  which,  bathed  in  light, 

Through  fields  of  azure  move, 
Proclaim  his  wisdom  and  his  might, 
But,  O,  how  great  his  love  ! 

3  He  deigns  each  broken,  contrite  heart 

With  tender  care  to  bind  ; 
And  comfort,  hope,  and  grace  impart, 
To  heal  the  wounded  mind. 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

4  All.  creatures,  with  instinctive  cry, 

From  God  implore  their  food  ; 
His  bounty  grants  a  rich  supply, 
And  fills  the  earth  with  good. 

5  Delightful  is  the  task,  O  Lord ! 

With  each  returning  day 
Thy  countless  mercies  to  record, 
And  grateful  homage  pay. 


40.  7&6S.M. 

The  Rising  Sun. 

1  The  eastern  hills  are  glowing 

With  morning's  purple  ray  ; 
Arrayed  in  light,  he  's  coming, 
The  glorious  orb  of  day  ! 

2  All  hail !  thou  constant  emblem 

Of  Him  who  dwells  above,  — 
Of  Him  so  great  and  glorious, 
And  yet  so  full  of  love  ! 

3  How  nature  now  rejoices, 

With  life  and  beauty  new  ! 
On  every  grass-blade  twinkles 
The  pearly  drop  of  dew. 

4  How  good  is  He  who  made  thee, 

Thou  glorious  orb  of  day  ! 
With  grateful  hearts  we  '11  praise  Him, 
In  morning's  earliest  ray. 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

41.  6  s.  M. 

Morning  Prayer. 

1  Father  !  thy  children  see  ; 
Give  ear  unto  our  prayer ; 
Let  our  thanks  rise  to  thee 
Upon  the  morning  air. 

2  We  come  while  yet  the  flower 
Of  life  but  half  is  blown ; 

To  pray  its  opening  hour 
May  bloom  for  thee  alone. 

3  The  dew  is  on  the  leaf, 
We  lay  it  on  thy  shrine  ; 
O,  may  the  fragrant  breath 
Of  the  sweet  rose  be  thine  ! 

4  O,  guard  it  by  thy  care, 
That,  as  the  day  draws  on, 
No  spot  nor  stain  may  mar 
The  purity  of  morn  ! 

5  O,  not  upon  its  bud 

Be  mercy  poured  in  vain  ; 
But  may  thy  blessed  word 
Fall  like  the  gentle  rain  ! 

42.  L.  M.  Keble. 

The  New  Gifts  of  Morning. 

1  O,  timely  happy,  timely  wise, 
Hearts  that  with  rising  morn  arise  ! 

3  25 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

Eyes  that  the  beam  celestial  view, 
Which  evermore  makes  all  things  new  ! 

2  New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wak'ning  and  uprising  prove  ; 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 

3  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray  ; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

4  If,  on  our  daily  course,  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find, 

New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

5  Old  friends,  old  scenes,  will  lovelier  be, 
As  more  of  heaven  in  each  we  see  ; 
Some  softening  gleams  of  love  and  prayer 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 


43,  11&8S.M. 

Morning  Devotion. 

1  Father  of  mercies  !  when  the  day  is  dawning, 

Then  will  I  pay  my  vows  to  thee  ; 
Like  incense  wafted  on  the  breath  of  morning 
My  heart-felt  praise  to  thee  shall  be. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  near  me  sleeping  or  waking,  — 

Still  doth  thy  love  unchanged  remain ; 
Where'er  I  wander,  thy  ways  forsaking, 
O,  gently  lead  me  back  again. 


MORNING    AND    EVENING. 

44.  c.  m. 

Grateful  Acknowledgment. 

1  Again,  from  calm  and  sweet  repose, 

I  rise  to  hail  the  dawn ; 
Again  my  waking  eyes  unclose, 
To  view  the  smiling  morn. 

2  Great  God  of  love,  thy  praise  I  '11  sing  ; 

For  thou  hast  safely  kept 
My  soul  beneath  thy  guardian  wing, 
And  watched  me  while  I  slept. 

3  Glory  to  thee,  Eternal  Lord  ! 

O,  teach  my  heart  to  pray, 
And  thy  blest  spirit's  help  afford, 
To  guide  me  through  the  day. 

4  Let  every  thought  and  word  accord 

With  thy  most  holy  will  ; 
Each  deed  the  precepts  of  thy  word, 
With  pious  aim,  fulfil. 

5  From  danger,  sin,  and  every  ill, 

My  constant  guardian  prove  ; 
O,  sanctify  my  heart,  and  fill 
With  thoughts  of  holy  love  ! 

45.  C.  M.  St.  Ambrose. 

Morning  Hymn. 

1  Now  that  the  sun  is  beaming  bright, 
Implore  we,  bending  low, 

27 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

That  He,  the  uncreated  Light, 
May  guide  us  as  we  go. 

2  No  sinful  word,  nor  deed  of  wrong, 

Nor  thoughts  that  idly  rove, 
But  simple  truth  be  on  our  tongue, 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 

3  And  while  the  hours  in  order  flow, 

Securely  kee^,  O  God, 
Our  hearts,  beleaguered  by  the  foe 
That  tempts  our  every  road. 

4  And  grant  that  to  thine  honor,  Lord, 

Our  daily  toil  may  tend  ; 
That  we  begin  it  at  thy  word, 
And  in  thy  favor  end. 

46#  7  s.  M.  Furnkss. 

Morning  Hymn. 

1  In  the  morning  I  will  pray 
For  God's  blessing  on  the  day  ; 
What  this  day  shall  be  my  lot, 
Light  or  darkness,  know  I  not. 

2  Should  it  be  with  clouds  o'ercast, 
Clouds  of  sorrow,  gathering  fast, 
Thou,  who  givest  light  divine, 
Shine  within  me,  Lord,  O,  shine  ! 

3  Show  me,  if  I  tempted  be, 
How  to  find  all  strength  in  Thee, 
And  a  perfect  triumph  win 
Over  every  bosom  sin. 


MORNING    AND    EVENING. 

4  Keep'  my  feet  from  secret  snares, 
Keep  mine  eyes,  O  God,  from  tears  ! 
Every  step  thy  love  attend, 
And  my  soul  from  death  defend  ! 

47.  L.  M.  G  I. 

*  Morning  Hymn. 

1  0  Thou  !  who  bidd'st  the  cheerful  ray 
Spring  from  the  east  to  light  the  day, 
For  thee  thy  emblem's  brightest  blaze 
Shall  kindle  oft  the  glow  of  praise ; 
Thou  Sun  of  suns !  with  beam  divine 
Fill  every  soul.     Arise,  and  shine  ! 

2  Parent  of  all !  I  mark  thy  skill 

In  grove  and  lawn,  in  vale  and  hill ; 

Thou  dost  the  orient  skies  adorn, 

When  blushes  deck  the  encrimsoned  morn ; 

Each  lovely  object  that  we  see 

Speaks,  in  mute  eloquence,  of  thee. 

3  Nor  less  I  trace  thy  matchless  power 
In  insect's  wing  or  tiny  flower, 
Than  in  the  orbs,  that,  rolling  high, 
Bespangle  the  clear  evening  sky  ;  — 
Thou  kenn'st  the  falling  sparrow's  place, 
And  worlds'  which  wheel  in  boundless  space. 

4  Then  raise,  my  soul,  the  exalting  lay  : 
Hail  to  thy  light,  advancing  day  ! 
Thus  may  the  song  of  praise  ascend, 
While  dawning  beams  their  radiance  lend  ; 
Till,  death's  last  night-shades  all  withdrawn, 
My  spirit  greets  the  eternal  morn. 

3  *  29 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

48.  L.  M.  6  1. 

A  Morning  Psalm. 

God  !  on  this  lovely  autumn  morn 

I  with  thy  world  again  am  born  ! 

Raised  up  from  slumber's  breathing  death, 

I  feel  thy  blissful,  heavenly  breath 

Flow  round  me  in  the  vital  air, 

Thy  breath,  my  Father,  everywhere. 

Again  thy  sun  smiles  forth,  —  again 
Thou  liftest  on  the  earth  and  men 
The  light  of  thy  benignant  face  : 
Thy  finger  and  thy  form  I  trace, 

0  God  of  Light  and  Life  and  Love, 
In  lines  of  grace,  below,  above. 

Mysterious  One  !  the  kindling  sight 
Awakes,  me  to  a  loftier  light, 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness,  that  brings 
Heaven's  healing  breeze  upon  its  wings. 
Though  nature  tells  of  winter  near, 
No  winter  of  the  heart  I  fear. 

Though  fields  grow  brown,  and  bleak,  and  bare, 
Beneath  the  cold  and  cheerless  air, 
And  earth  turn  stiff,  and  inland  streams 
Smile  cold  like  stone  at  noon's  cold  beams  ;  — 

1  lift  my  eyes,  and  lo  !  on  high 
Spring  sparkles  in  the  pure,  blue  sky. 

O  for  a  tongue  thy  name  to  praise, 
Beginning,  Blessing,  of  my  days  ! 
Who  to  thy  thankless  child  hast  given 
Such  glimpses  of  the  spirit's  heaven,  — 
Where  night  is  not,  —  wherein  the  ray 
Of  every  star  is  endless  day  ! 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 


49.  I'-  M.  Bowring. 

Evening  Worship. 

1  How  shall  we  praise  thee,  Lord  of  light ! 

How  shall  we  all  thy  love  declare  ! 
The  earth  is  veiled  in  shades  of  night, 

But  heaven  is  open  to  our  prayer,  — 
That  heaven  so  bright  with  stars  and  suns, — 

That  glorious  heaven  which  has  no  bound, 
Where  the  full  tide  of  being  runs, 

And  life  and  beauty  glow  around. 

2  We  would  adore  thee,  God  sublime, 

Whose  power  and  wisdom,  love  and  grace, 
Are  greater  than  the  round  of  time, 

And  wider  than  the  bounds  of  space. 
O,  how  shall  thought  expression  firld, 

All  lost  in  thine  immensity  ! 
How  shall  we  seek  thee,  glorious  Mind, 

Amid  thy  dread  infinity  ! 

3  But  thou  art  present  with  us  here, 

As  in  thy  glittering,  high  domain  ; 
And  grateful  hearts  and  humble  fear 

Can  never  seek  thy  face  in  vain. 
Help  us  to  praise  thee,  Lord  of  light ! 

Help  us  thy  boundless  love  declare  ; 
And,  while  we  crowd  thy  courts  to-night, 

Aid  us,  and  hearken  to  our  prayer. 

50.  8  &  7  s.  M.  Flint. 

Evening  Hymn. 

1  On  the  dewy  breath  of  even 

Thousand  odors  mingling  rise, 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

Borne  like  incense  up  to  heaven,  — 
Nature's  evening  sacrifice. 

2  With  her  balmy  offerings  blending, 

Let  our  glad  thanksgivings  be  — 
To  thy  throne,  O  Lord,  ascending  — 
Incense  of  our  hearts  to  thee. 

3  Thou,  whose  favors  without  number 

All  our  days  with  gladness  bless  ! 

Let  thine  eye,  that  knows  not  slumber, 

Guard  our  hours  of  helplessness. 

4  Then,  though  conscious  we  are  sleeping 

In  the  outer  courts  of  death, 

Safe  beneath  a  Father's  keeping, 

Calm  we  rest  in  placid  faith. 

5  Lord  !  when  life  is  closing  round  us, 

Dark  with  anguish,  faint  with  fear, 
Let  thy  beams  of  love  surround  us, 
Let  us  know  thee,  feel  thee,  near ! 


51.  8&7s.  M.  6  1.  Kelly. 

An  Evening  Offering. 

Through  the  day  thy  love  has  spared  us, 
Soon  are  we  to  seek  our  rest ; 

Through  the  silent  watches  guard  us, 
Let  no  foe  our  peace  molest ; 

Father,  thou  our  guardian  be  ; 

Sweet  it  is  to  trust  in  thee. 


MORNING    AND    EVENING. 

52.  7  &  6  s  BE. 

Reflections  at  Sunset. 

1  The  mellow  eve  is  gliding 

Serenely  down  the  west ; 
So,  every  care  subsiding, 
My  soul  would  sink  to  rest. 

2  The  woodland  hum  is  ringing 

The  daylight's  gentle  close  ; 
May  angels  round  me  singing 
Thus  hymn  my  last  repose. 

3  The  evening  star  has  lighted 

Her  crystal  lamp  on  high  ; 
So,  when  in  death  benighted, 
May  hope  illume  the  sky. 

53.  L.  M.  W.  H.  Burleigh. 
A  Psalm  of  Night. 

1  Day  unto  day  doth  utter  speech, 

And  night  to  night  thy  voice  makes  known  ; 
Through  all  the  earth,  where  thought  may  reach, 

Is  heard  the  glad  and  solemn  tone  ; 
And  worlds  beyond  the  farthest  star 

Whose  light  hath  reached  the  human  eye, 
Catch  the  high  anthem  from  afar, 

That  rolls  along  immensity. 

2  O  Holy  Father,  'mid  the  calm 

And  stillness  of  -the  evening  hour, 
We,  too,  would  lift  our  solemn  psalm, 
To  praise  thy  goodness  and  thy  power  ; 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

For  over  us,  as  over  all, 

Thy  tender  mercies  still  extend, 
Nor  vainly  shall  the  contrite  call 

On  thee,  their  Father  and  their  Friend. 

54.  P.  M.  H.  Ware,  Jr. 
Prayer  at  Evening. 

To  prayer  !  for  the  glorious  sun  is  gone, 
And  the  gathering  darkness  of  night  comes  on  ; 
Like  a  curtain  from  God's  kind  hand  it  flows, 
To  shade  the  couch  where  his  children  repose. 
Then  kneel,  while  the  watching  stars  are  bright, 
And  give  your  last  thoughts  to  the  Guardian  of 
night. 

55.  7  s.  M. 

Communion  with  God. 

1  Softly  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  our  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  we  would  commune  with  thee. 

2  Soon  for  us  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  us,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 

56.  P.  M. 

Evening  Hymn. 

1  Hark  !  't  is  the  breeze  of  twilight,  calling 
Earth's  weaiy  children  to  repose  ; 

34 


MORNING    AND    EVENING. 

While,  round  the  couch  of  nature  falling, 
Gently  the  night's  soft  curtains  close. 

2  Guard  us,  O  Thou,  who  never  sleepest ; 
Thou  who  in  silence,  throned  above, 
Throughout  all  time,  unwearied  keepest 
Thy  watch  of  glory,  power,  and  love. 


57.  P.  M.  Heber. 

Evening  Aspiration. 

God,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven, 

Darkness  and  light  ! 
Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night ! 
May  thine  angel  guards  defend  us, 
Slumbers  sweet  thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 

This  livelong  night ! 

o8»  C.  M.  Bowrixg. 

Nature's  Evening  Hymn. 

1  The  heavenly  spheres  to  thee,  O  God, 

Attune  their  evening  hymn  ; 
All  wise,  all  holy,  thou  art  praised 

In  song  of  seraphim. 
Unnumbered  systems,  suns,  and  worlds 

Unite  to  worship  thee, 
While  thy  majestic  greatness  fills 

Space,  time,  eternity. 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

2  Nature,  —  a  temple  worthy  thee, 

That  beams  with  light  and  love  ; 
Whose  flowers  so  sweetly  bloom  below, 

Whose  stars  rejoice  above  ; 
Whose  altars  are  the  mountain  cliffs 

That  rise  along  the  shore  ; 
Whose  anthems,  the  sublime  accord 

Of  storm  and  ocean  roar  ;  — 

3  Her  song  of  gratitude  is  sung 

By  spring's  awakening  hours  ; 
Her  summer  offers  at  thy  shrine 

Her  earliest,  loveliest  flowers  ; 
Her  autumn  brings  its  ripened  fruits, 

In  glorious  luxury  given  ; 
While  winter's  silver  heights  reflect 

Thy  brightness  back  to  heaven. 

4  On  all  thou  smiPst ;  and  what  is  man 

Before  thy  presence,  God  ? 
A  breath  but  yesterday  inspired, 

To-morrow  but  a  clod. 
That  clod  shall  mingle  in  the  vale, 

But  kindled,  Lord,  by  thee, 
The  spirit  to  thy  arms  shall  spring, 

To  life,  to  liberty. 


59.  11*8.  M. 

Even-Song. 

1  Be  near  us,  O  Father !  through  night's  silent 
hour ; 
Impart  to  our  slumbers  thy  calmness  divine  ; 


MORNING    AND    EVENING. 

Drop  rest  on  our  limbs  like  the   dew  on  the 
flower, 
That  even  our  still  sleep  may  have  something 
of  thine. 

2  O,  watch   o'er  our  couch;  drive   the  tempter 

away  ; 

From  the  sins  that  corrupt  and  betray,  keep 
us  free ; 
That  nor  fancy  shall  wander,  nor  passion  shall 
stray, 

And  we  dream  not  a  thought  that 's  displeas- 
ing to  thee. 

3  And  grant,  when  deep  sleep   o'er   our   senses 

shall  close, 
That  the  heart  may  still  watch,  all  unclouded 
and  clear  ; 
Guard,  guard  still  thy  children,  and  bless  the 
repose 
That,  stainless  of  sin,  is  untouched  by  a  fear. 

4  Then  still  to  thee,  Father,  our  praises  we  pay  ; 

Still  to  thee  we  will  offer  love's  infinite  store  ; 
Send  down  thy  pure  spirit,  even  now  while  we 
pray  ; 
Be  with  us,  and  keep  us,  and  bless,  evermore  ! 


(50.  I"  M-  Wordsworth. 

Sunset  Hymn. 

1  Up  to  the  throne  of  God  is  borne 
The  voice  of  praise  at  early  morn, 
And  he  accepts  the  reverent  hymn 
Sung  as  the  light  of  day  grows  dim. 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

2  Look  up  to  heaven  !  the  obedient  sun 
Already  through  his  course  hath  run ; 
He  cannot  halt  or  go  astray, 

But  our  immortal  spirits  may. 

3  Lord,  since  his  rising  in  the  east, 

If  we  have  faltered  or  transgressed, 
Guide,  from  thy  love's  abundant  source, 
What  yet  remains  of  this  day's  course. 

4  Help  with  thy  grace,  through  all  life's  day, 
Our  upward  and  our  downward  way  ; 
And  glorify  for  us  the  west, 

When  we  shall  sink  into  our  rest. 


61.  7  s.  M.  St.  Gregory.  " 

Evening  Hymn. 

1  Source  of  light  and  life  divine  ! 
Thou  didst  cause  the  light  to  shine  ; 
Thou  didst  bring  thy  sunbeams  forth 
O'er  thy  new-created  earth. 

2  Shade  of  night  and  morning  ray 
Took  from  thee  the  name  of  day  : 
Now  again  the  shades  are  nigh, 
Listen  to  thy  children's  cry  ! 

3  May  we  ne'er,  by  guilt  depressed, 
Lose  the  way  to  endless  rest ; 
May  no  thoughts  corrupt  and  vain 
Draw  our  souls  to  earth  again. 


MORNING    AND    EVENING. 

4  Rather  help  them  still  to  rise 
Where  our  dearest  treasure  lies  ; 
Help  us  in  our  daily  strife, 
Make  us  struggle  int6  life  ! 


62.  c.  M. 

Evening  Hymn. 

1  Indulgent  God,  whose  bounteous  care 

O'er  all  thy  works  is  shown, 
O,  let  my  grateful  praise  and  prayer 
Ascend  before  thy  throne  ! 

2  What  mercies  has  this  day  bestowed  ! 

How  largely  hast  thou  blest ! 

My  cup  with  plenty  overflowed, 

With  cheerfulness  my  breast. 

3  So  bless  each  future  day  and  night, 

Till  life's  fond  scene  is  o'er  ; 
At  length,  to  realms  of  endless  light 
Enraptured  let  me  soar. 


63»  7  s.  M.         Doddridge  varied. 

Evening  Hymn. 

1  Heavenly  Father  !  gracious  name  ! 
Night  and  day  thy  love  the  same  ! 
Far  be  each  suspicious  thought, 
Every  anxious  care  forgot ! 

2  Thou,  my  ever  bounteous  God  ! 
Crown'st  my  days  with  various  good. 

39 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

Thy  kind  eye,  which  cannot  sleep, 
My  defenceless  hours  shall  keep. 

3  What  if  death  my  sleep  invade  ? 
Should  I  be  of  death  afraid  ? 
While  encircled  by  thine  arm, 
Death  may  strike,  but  cannot  harm. 

4  With  thy  heavenly  presence  blest, 
Death  is  life,  and  labor  rest ; 
Welcome  sleep  or  death  to  me, 
Still  secure,  for  still  with  thee  ! 


64.  C.  M.  Barton. 

A  Child's  Evening  Prayer. 

1  Before  I  close  my  eyes  in  sleep, 

Lord,  hear  my  evening  prayer; 
And  deign  a  helpless  child  to  keep 
By  thy  protecting  care. 

2  The  little  birds,  that  sing  all  day, 

In  many  a  leafy  wood, 
By  thee  are  clothed  in  plumage  gay, 
By  thee  supplied  with  food. 

3  And  when  at  night  they  cease  to  sing, 

By  thee  protected  still, 
Their  young  ones  sleep  beneath  their  wing, 
Secure  from  every  ill. 

4  Thus  wilt  thou  guard,  with  gracious  arm, 
The  couch  whereon  I  lie, 
And  keep  thy  child  from  eveiy  harm 
Beneath  thy  watchful  eye. 


MORNING    AND    EVENING. 

For  night  and  day  to  thee  are  one, — 

The  helpless  are  thy  care  ; 
And  we  are  sure,  through  thy  dear  Son, 

Thou  hear'st  an  infant  prayer. 


Go»  C.  M.  Mrs.  Follen. 

A  Child's  Evening  Hymn. 

1  How  beautiful  the  setting  sun  ! 

The  clouds  how  bright  and  gay  ! 
The  stars  appearing  one  by  one, 
How  beautiful  are  they  ! 

2  And  when  the  moon  climbs  up  the  sky, 

And  sheds  her  gentle  light, 
And  hangs  her  crystal  lamp  on  high, 
How  beautiful  is  night ! 

3  And  can  it  be  I  am  possessed 

Of  something  brighter  far  ? 
.  .     . 

Glows  there  a  light  within  this  breast, 

Outshining  every  star  ? 

4  Yes,  should  the  sun  and  stars  turn  pale, 

The  mountains  melt  away, 
This  flame  within  shall  never  fail, 
But  live  in  endless  day. 

5  This  is  the  soul  that  God  has  given  ;  — 

Sin  may  its  lustre  dim, 
While  goodness  bears  it  up  to  heaven, 
And  leads  it  back  to  him. 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

66.  L.   M.  CoLLYER. 

Evening  Hymn. 

1  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone  ; 

Slow  o'er  the  west  the  shadows  rise  ; 
Swift  the  soft  stealing  hours  have  flown, 
And  night's  dark  mantle  veils  the  skies. 

2  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone, 

Swept  from  the  records  of  the  year  ; 
And  still,  with  each  successive  sun, 
Life's  fading  visions  disappear. 

3  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone 

To  join  the  fugitives  before  ; 
And  I,  when  life's  employ  is  done, 
Shall  sleep,  to  wake  in  time  no  more. 

4  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone  ; 

But  soon  a  fairer  day  shall  rise, 
A  day,  whose  never-setting  sun 

Shall  pour  its  light  o'er  cloudless  skies. 

5  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone  ; 

In  solemn  silence  rest,  my  soul ! 
Bow  down  before  His  awful  throne, 
Who  bids  the  morn  and  evening  roll. 

67.  L.  M.  H.  S.  Ellenwood. 

Evening  Prayer. 

1  My  God  !  to  thee,  in  humble  prayer, 
At  morn  and  eve  I  bend  my  knee  ; 
For  thou,  with  kind,  protecting  care, 
Through  all  my  life  hast  guarded  me. 

42 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

2  Now,  when  again  the  shades  of  night 

O'er  every  beauteous  scene  are  spread, 
Thy  aid  I  seek,  thou  Lord  of  light, 
To  keep  each  danger  from  my  bed. 

3  How  have  I  spent  the  day  that 's  past  ? 

In  holy  deeds,  or  actions  vain  ? 

O,  what  if  this  shall  prove  my  last, 

And  I  no  morning  greet  again  ? 

4  Assist  me,  then,  to  do  thy  will, 

And  teach  me  every  fault  to  shun  ; 
So,  while  my  duties  I  fulfil, 

Forgive  what  I  would  wish  undone. 


68.  Ii-  M.         H.  S.  Ellenwood. 

Evening  Hymn. 

Author  of  good  !  whose  holy  care 
Has  kindly  kept  me  through  the  day, 

To  thee  I  pour  the  grateful  prayer, 
To  thee  address  my  evening  lay. 

Thou  dwell'st  enthroned  in  realms  of  light, 
'Midst  spirits  pure  and  angels  blest ; 

Thy  presence  knows  no  shadowy  night, 
Thy  guest,  unwearied,  needs  no  rest. 

Yet,  while  thy  children,  here  below, 

Sink  to  repose  and  seem  to  die, 
Wilt  thou  parental  care  bestow 

And  watch  them  with  thy  wakeful  eye ! 

Yes  !  I  may  well  confide  in  thee, 

Thou  Source  whence  all  my  comfort  springs, 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

By  day,  by  night,  resigned  to  be 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings  ! 

5  0,  when  the  cheerful  morning  beam 

Shall  burst  in  brilliance  from  the  east, 
Awake  me,  Power  and  Love  supreme  ! 
With  love  and  gratitude  increased. 


69.  7  s.  M. 

Evening  Hymn. 

1  Lord  of  glory  !  King  of  power ! 
In  the  lone  and  silent  hour, 
While  the  shades  of  darkness  rise, 
And  the  eve  is  on  the  skies, 

And  the  twilight's  glances  set, 
And  the  starry  watch  has  met, 
Be  thy  blessing  as  the  dews 
Which  yon  shaded  skies  diffuse. 

2  Poured  with  healing  influence 
O'er  the  fast  relaxing  sense, 
Bid  our  feverish  passions  cease, 
Calm  us  with  thy  promised  peace, 
And  thy  guardian  presence  spread 
Round  each  undefended  head, 
Till  the  fire  of  morning  bum, 
Till  the  wheel  of  light  return. 

3  Grant  that  at  our  being's  close, 
When  the  long  and  last  repose 
Blends  us  with  the  kindred  dust, 
Firm  on  thee  may  be  our  trust, 

44 


MORNING    AND    EVENING. 


And  our  hopes,  with  dread  unmixed, 
( )n  the  Rock  of  Ages  fixed, 
Till  the  Sun  of  Truth,  ascending, 
Wakes  a  morn  which  knows  no  ending;. 


70.  c.  m. 

Self-examination  at  Evening. 

1  Another  day  of  life  is  gone  ; 

A  doubtful  few  remain  ; 
Review,  my  soul,  what  thou  hast  done 
Eternal  life  to  gain. 

2  Dost  thou  get  forward  in  thy  race, 

As  time  still  posts  away  ? 
And  die  to  sin,  and  grow  in  grace, 
With  every  passing  day  ? 

3  This  day  what  conquests  hast  thou  gained  ? 

What  sin  is  overcome  ? 
What  fresh  degree  of  grace  obtained, 
To  bring  thee  nearer  home  ? 

4  Thus  every  day  thy  course  review, 

Thy  real  state  to  leam  ; 
And  with  renewed  zeal  pursue 
Thy  great,  thy  chief  concern. 


71.  5&4s.  M.  Mrs.  Follen. 

Evening  Supplication. 

1  Great  Source  of  being, 
Father  all-seeing ! 

45 


MORNING    AND    EVENING. 

We  bow  before  thee  : 
Our  souls  adore  thee  : 
Guide  us  aright : 
Keep  us,  we  pray  thee, 
Through  the  long  night. 

Thou  kind,  forgiving 
God  of  all  living, 
Thy  power  defend  us, 
Thy  peace  attend  us, 
While  we  are  closing 
This  day  in  prayer, 
Ever  reposing 
Under  thy  care. 


72.  7  s.  M. 

Evening  Prayer. 

1  Thou,  from  whom  we  never  part, 

Thou,  whose  love  is  everywhere 
Thou,  who  seest  every  heart, 
Listen  to  our  evening  prayer. 

2  Father  !  fill  our  souls  with  love, 

Love  unfailing,  full,  and  free, 
Love  no  injury  can  move, 
Love  that  ever  rests  on  thee. 

3  Heavenly  Father  !  through  the  night 

Keep  us  safe  from  every  ill ; 

Cheerful,  as  the  morning  light, 

May  we  wake  to  do  thy  will. 

46 


MORNING    AND    EVENING. 

73.  7s.M.6 1. 

Evening  Song. 

1  Gently  in  the  golden  west 
Sinks  the  glorious  sun  to  rest ; 
Earth  is  hushed  to  soft  repose, 
While  the  sky  in  splendor  glows. 

Gently  in  the  golden  west 
Sinks  the  glorious  sun  to  rest. 

2  Thus  in  glory  and  in  peace 
May  our  daily  labors  cease, 
As  yon  gorgeous  western  sun, 
When  his  daily  course  is  run. 

Thus  in  glory  and  in  peace 
May  our  daily  labors  cease. 

3  And  when  sets  life's  latest  sun, 
And  our  course  of  years  is  run, 
Earth  we  '11  leave  in  peace  and  love, 
Finding  glory  there  above. 

May  we  feel  when  sets  life's  sun 
That  our  work  has  been  well  done. 

74.  8  &  7  s.  M.  Vedder. 

Morning  and  Evening. 

1  When  the  orb  of  morn  enlightens 

Hill  and  mountain,  mead  and  dell  ; 
When  the  dim  horizon  brightens, 

And  the  serried  clouds  dispel ; 
And  the  sunflower  eastward  bending, 

Its  fidelity  to  prove  ;  — 
Be  thy  gratitude  ascending 

Unto  Him  whose  name  is  Love. 

47 


MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

2  When  the  vesper-star  is  beaming 

In  the  coronet  of  even, 
And  the  lake  and  river  gleaming 

With  the  ruddy  hues  of  heaven  ; 
When  a  thousand  notes  are  blending 

In  the  forest  and  the  grove  ;  — 
Be  thy  gratitude  ascending 

Unto  Him  whose  name  is  Love. 

3  When  the  stars  appear  in  millions 

In  the  portals  of  the  west, 
Brightly  spangling  the  pavilions 

Where  the  blessed  are  at  rest ; 
When  the  milky-way  is  glowing 

In  the  cope  of  heaven  above  ;  — 
Let  thy  gratitude  be  flowing 

Unto  Him  whose  name  is  Love. 


75.  !••  M.  S.  S.  Cutting. 

Evening  Hymn. 

1  Father,  we  bless  the  gentle  care 

That  watches  o'er  us  day  by  day, 
That  guards  us  from  the  tempter's  snare, 

And  guides  us  in  the  heavenward  way  :  - 
We  bless  thee  for  the  tender  love, 

That  mingles  all  our  hearts  in  one, — 
The  music  of  the  soul ;  —  above 

'T  is  purer  spirits'  unison. 

2  Father,  't  is  evening's  solemn  hour, 

And  cast  we  now  our  cares  on  thee ; 
Darkly  the  storm  may  round  us  lower,  — 
Peace  is  within,  —  truth  makes  us  free,  - 


MORNING    AND    EVENING. 

And  when  life's  toil  and  joy  are  o'er, 
And  evening  gathers  on  its  sky, 

Our  circle  broke,  —  we  sing  no  more, 
O,  may  we  meet  and  sing  on  high  ! 


49 


III.    PRAYERS   AND   ASPIRATIONS. 


76,  C.  M.  H.  Ware,  Jr. 

For  God's  Presence. 

1  Father  in  heaven,  to  whom  our  hearts 

Would  lift  themselves  in  prayer, 
Drive  from  our  souls  each  earthly  thought, 
And  show  thy  presence  there. 

2  Each  moment  of  our  lives  renews 

The  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 
Each  moment  is  itself  a  gift 
To  bear  us  on  to  God. 

3  Help  us  to  break  the  galling  chains 

This  world  has  round  us  thrown  ; 
Each  passion  of  our  hearts  subdue, 
Each  cherished  sin  disown. 

4  O  Father !  kindle  in  our  souls 

A  never-dying  flame 
Of  holy  love,  of  grateful  trust, 
In  thine  almighty  name. 

77.  L.  M.  6 1. 

Seeking  Peace. 

1  O  Father  !  lift  our  souls  above, 
Till  we  find  rest  in  thy  dear  love  ; 


PRAYERS    AND   ASPIRATIONS. 

And  still  that  peace  divine  impart 
Which  sanctities  the  inmost  heart, 
And  makes  each  morn  and  setting  sun 
But  bring  us  nearer  to  thy  throne. 

May  we  our  daily  duties  meet, 
Tread  sin  each  day  beneath  our  feet, 
And  win  that  strength  which  doth  thy  will, 
And  seeth  thee,  and  so  is  still  ; 
And,  fixed  on  thy  sustaining  arm, 
Find  daily  food  and  know  no  harm. 

Help  us  with  man  in  peace  to  live, 

Our  brother's  wrong  in  love  forgive, 

And  day  and  night  the  tempter  flee 

Through  strength  which  comes  alone  from  thee  ! 

Thus  will  our  spirits  find  their  rest, 

In  thy  deep  peace  for  ever  blest. 


78.  11  &  10  s.  M.         J.  F.  Clarke. 

Prayer  for  Strength. 

1  Father,  to  us,  thy  children,  humbly  kneeling, 

Conscious  of  weakness,  ignorance,  sin,  and 
shame, 
Give  such  a  force  of  holy  thought  and  feeling, 
That  we  may  live  to  glorify  thy  name  ;  — • 

2  That  we  may  conquer  base  desire  and  passion, 

That  we  may  rise  from  selfish  thought  and 

will, 
O'ercome  the   world's  allurement,  threat,  and 

fashion, 
Walk  humbly,  gently,  leaning  on  thee  still. 

51 


PRAYERS    AND    ASPIRATIONS. 

79,  lis.  M. 

Acquaint  thee  with  God. 

1  Acquaint  thee,  O  spirit,  acquaint  thee  with  God, 
And  joy,  like  the  sunshine,  shall  beam  on  thy 

road, 
And  peace,  like  the  dew,  shall  descend  round 

thy  head, 
And  sleep,  like  an  angel,  shall  visit  thy  bed. 

2  Acquaint  thee,  O  spirit,  acquaint  thee  with  God, 
And   he  shall  be  with   thee    when   fears   are 

abroad, — 
Thy  safeguard  in  danger  that  threatens  thy  path, 
Thy  joy  in  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death. 

80.  7  s.  M. 

Prayer  for  Guidance. 

1  Guide  us,  Lord,  while,  hand  in  hand, 
Journeying  toward  the  better  land  ; 
Foes  we  know  are  to  be  met, 
Snares  the  pilgrim's  path  beset ; 
Clouds  upon  the  valley  rest, 

Rough  and  dark  the  mountain's  breast ; 
And  our  home  may  not  be  gained, 
Save  through  trials  well  sustained. 

2  Guide  us  while  we  onward  move, 
Linked  in  closest  bonds  of  love, 
Striving  for  the  holy  mind, 

And  the  soul  from  sense  refined  ; 
That,  when  life  no  longer  burns, 
And  the  dust  to  dust  returns, 

52 


PRAYERS    AND   ASPIRATIONS. 

With  the  strength  which  thou  hast  given, 
We  may  rise  to  thee  and  heaven. 

God  of  mercy  !  on  thee  all 
Humbly  for  thy  guidance  call ; 
Save  us  from  the  evil  tongue, 
From  the  heart  that  thinketh  wrong, 
From  the  sins,  whate'er  they  be, 
That  divide  the  soul  from  thee. 
God  of  grace  !  on  thee  we  rest ; 
Bless  us,  and  we  shall  be  blest. 


81.  L.  M.  61.  German. 

The  Child  of  God. 

1  None  loves  me,  Father,  with  thy  love  ; 

None  else  can  meet  such  needs  as  mine ; 
O,  grant  me,  as  thou  shalt  approve, 

All  that  befits  a  child  of  thine  ! 
From  every  doubt  and  fear  release, 
And  give  me  confidence  and  peace. 

2  Give  me  a  faith  shall  never  fail,  — 

One  that  shall  always  work  by  love  ; 
And  then,  whatever  foes  assail, 

They  shall  but  higher  courage  move 
More  boldly  for  the  truth  to  strive, 
And  more  by  faith  in  thee  to  live.  - 

3  A  heart,  that,  when  my  days  are  glad, 

May  never  from  thy  way  decline, 
And,  when  the  sky  of  life  grows  sad, 

May  still  submit  its  will  to  thine, — 
A  heart  that  loves  to  trust  in  thee, 
A  patient  heart,  create  in  me  ! 


PKAYERS    4ND   ASPIRATIONS. 

82«  L.  M.  Mrs.  Cotterill. 

Subjection  to  the  Divine  Will. 

1  O  Thou,  who  hast  at  thy  command 
The  hearts  of  all  men  in  thy  hand  ! 
Our  wayward,  erring  hearts  incline 
To  have  no  other  will  but  thine. 

2  Our  wishes,  our  desires,  control ; 
Mould  every  purpose  of  the  soul ; 
O'er  all  may  we  victorious  be 

That  stands  between  ourselves  and  thee. 

3  Thrice  blest  will  all  our  blessings  be, 
When  we  can  look  through  them  to  thee ; 
When  each  glad  heart  its  tribute  pays 

Of  love,  and  gratitude,  and  praise. 


83,  6  &  10  s.  M.  Jones  Very. 

Desires  for  God's  Presence. 

1  Wilt  thou  not  visit  me  ? 

The  plant  beside  me  feels  thy  gentle  dew  ; 

Each  blade  of  grass  I  see 
From  thy  deep  earth  its  quickening  moisture 
drew. 

2  Wilt  thou  not  visit  me  ? 

Thy  morning  calls  on  me  with  cheering  tone, 

And  every  hill  and  tree 
Lend  but  one  voice,  the  voice  of  thee  alone. 

54 


PRAYERS   AND    ASPIRATIONS. 

3  Come  !  for  I  need  thy  love 

More  than  the  flower  the  dew,  or  grass  the  rain  ; 

Come,  like  thy  holy  dove, 
And  let  me  in  thy  sight  rejoice  to  live  again. 

4  Yes  !  thou  wilt  visit  me  ; 

Nor  plant  nor  tree  thine  eye  delights  so  well, 

As  when,  from  sin  set  free, 
Man's  spirit  comes  with  thine  in  peace  to  dwell. 


84.  C.  M.  Merrick. 

Acquiescence. 

1  Author  of  good,  we  rest  on  thee ; 

Thine  ever-watchful  eye 

Alone  our  real  wants  can  see, 

Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

2  In  thine  all-gracious  providence 

Our  cheerful  hopes  confide  ; 
O,  let  thy  power  be  our  defence, 
Thy  love  our  footsteps  guide. 

3  And  since,  by  passion's  force  subdued, 

Too  oft,  with  stubborn  will, 
We  blindly  shun  the  latent  good, 
And  grasp  the  specious  ill,  — 

4  Not  what  we  wish,  but  what  we  want, 

Let  mercy  still  supply  ; 
The  good  unasked,  O  Father,  grant ; 
The  ill,  though  asked,  deny. 


PRAYERS    AND   ASPIRATIONS. 

85.  8  &  7  s.  M. 

Divine  Love. 

1  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down  ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Father  !  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  longing  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O,  breathe  thy  loving  spirit 

Into  eveiy  troubled  breast ; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest. 
Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive  ; 
Graciously  come  down,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave. 

86.  10  s.  M.  Dr.  Johnson. 
Imploring  Divine  Light. 

1  O  Thou,  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds  pre- 

sides, 
Whose  voice  created,  and  whose  wisdom  guides, 
On  darkling  man  in  pure  effulgence  shine, 
And  cheer  the  clouded  mind  with  light  divine. 

2  'T  is  thine  alone  to  calm  the  pious  breast 
With  silent  confidence  and  holy  rest ; 

From  thee,  great  God,  we  spring ;  to  thee  we 

tend, 
Path,  Motive,  Guide,  Original,  and  End. 


PRAYERS    AND    ASPIRATIONS. 

87.  T,  6,  &  8  s.  M. 

Wisilom  in  the  Use  of  Time  implored. 

1  The  hours  are  viewless  angels, 

That  still  go  gliding  by, 
And  bear  each  moment's  record  up 
To  Him  who  sits  on  high. 

2  The  poison  or  the  nectar 

Our  hearts'  deep  flower-cups  yield, 
A  sample  still  they  gather  swift, 
And  leave  us  in  the  field. 

3  And  as  we  spend  each  minute 

That  God  to  us  hath  given, 
The  deeds  are  known  before  his  throne,  — 
The  tale  is  told  in  heaven. 

4  And  still  they  steal  the  record, 

And  bear  it  far  away  ; 
Their  mission  flight,  by  day  or  night, 
No  magic  powers  can  stay. 

5  So  teach  me,  Heavenly  Father  ! 

To  spend  each  flying  hour, 
That,  as  they  go,  they  may  not  show 
My  heart  a  poison  flower. 

88.  C.  M.  Milman. 

Praying  for  Divine  Help. 

1  O,  help  us,  Lord  !  each  hour  of  need 
Thy  heavenly  succour  give  ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

57 


PRAYERS    AND   ASPIRATIONS. 

2  0,  help  us,  when  our  spirits  bleed, 

With  contrite  anguish  sore  ; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 
O,  help  us,  Lord,  the  more. 

3  O,  help  us,  through  the  prayer  of  faith, 

More  firmly  to  believe  ; 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 

4  O,  help  us,  Father,  from  on  high  ; 

We  know  no  help  but  thee  ; 
O,  help  us  so  to  live  and  die, 
As  thine  in  heaven  to  be. 


80.  L.  M.  Dryden. 

Divine  Light  and  Guidance  implored. 

1  O  Source  of  uncreated  light, 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  raised  from  night, 
Come,  visit  every  pious  mind  ; 
Come,  pour  thy  joys  on  human  kind. 

2  Plenteous  in  grace,  descend  from  high,  ■ 
Rich  in  thy  matchless  energy  ; 

From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
And  make  us  temples  worthy  thee. 

3  Cleanse  and  refine  our  earthly  parts, 
Inflame  and  sanctify  our  hearts, 
Our  frailties  help,  our  vice  control, 
Submit  the  senses  to  the  soul. 

4  Thrice  holy  Fount !  thrice  holy  Fire  ! 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire  ; 


PEAYEES   AND   ASPIEATIONS. 

Make  us  eternal  truths  receive. 
Aid  us  to  live  as  we  believe. 

5  Chase  from  our  path  each  noxious  foe, 
And  peace,  the  fruit  of  love,  bestow  ; 
And,  lest  our  feet  should  step  astray, 
Protect  and  guide  us  in  our  way. 


90.  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

Solomon's  Prayer  for  Wisdom. 

1  Almighty  God,  in  humble  prayer 

To  thee  our  souls  we  lift ; 
Do  thou  our  waiting  minds  prepare 
For  thy  most  needful  gift. 

2  We  ask  not  golden  streams  of  wealth 

Along  our  path  to  flow  ; 
We  ask  not  undecaying  health, 
Nor  length  of  years  below. 

3  We  ask  not  honors,  which  an  hour 

May  bring  and  take  away  ; 
We  ask  not  pleasure,  pomp,  and  power, 
Lest  we  should  go  astray. 

1  We  ask  for  wisdom  :  —  Lord,  impart 
The  knowledge  how  to  live  ; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart 
To  all  before  thee  give. 

5  The  young  remember  thee  in  youth, 
Before  the  evil  days  ! 
The  old  be  guided  by  thy  truth 
In  wisdom's  pleasant  way-  ! 


PRAYERS   AND   ASPIRATIONS. 

91.  CM.  H.  Ware.,  Jr. 

Invoking  God's  Aid. 

1  Father  in  heaven,  to  thee  my  heart 

Wou)d  lift  itself  in  prayer  ; 
Drive  from  my  soul  each  earthly  thought, 
And  show  thy  presence  there. 

2  Each  moment  of  my  life  renews 

The  mercies  of  my  Lord, 
Each  moment  is  itself  a  gift, 
To  bear  me  on  to  God. 

3  O,  help  me  break  the  galling  chains 

This  world  has  round  me  thrown  ; 
Each  passion  of  my  heart  subdue, 
Each  darling  sin  disown. 

4  O  Father,  kindle  in  my  breast 

A  never-dying  flame 
Of  holy  love,  of  grateful  trust 
In  thine  almighty  name. 

92.  L<.  M.  Doddridge. 

The  Father  of  our  Spirits. 

1  Eternal  Source  of  life  and  thought, 
Be  all  beneath  thyself  forgot ; 

Whilst  thee*  great  Parent-mind,  we  own, 
In  prostrate  homage  round  thy  throne. 

2  Whilst  in  themselves  our  souls  survey 
Of  thee  some  faint  reflected  ray, 
They,  wondering,  to  their  Father  rise  ; 

His  power  how  vast !  his  thoughts  how  wise  ! 

60 


PRAYERS    AND   ASPIRATIONS. 

3  O,  may  we  live  before  thy  face, 
The  willing  subjects  of  thy  grace, 
And  through  each  path  of  duty  move 
With  filial  awe  and  filial  love. 


93.  p.  m. 

"Thy  will  be  done." 

1  "  Thy  will  be  done  !  "     In  devious  way 

The  hurrying  stream  of  life  may  run  ; 
Yet  still  our  grateful  hearts  shall  say, 
"  Thy  will  be  done  !  " 

2  "  Thv  will  be  done  !  "     If  o'er  us  shine 

A  gladdening  and  a  prosperous  sun, 
This  prayer  will  make  it  more  divine,  — 
"  Thy  will  be  done  !  " 

3  "  Thy  will  be  done  !  "     Though  shrouded  o'er 

Our  path  with  gloom,  one  comfort,  one 
Is  ours  ;  —  to  breathe,  while  we  adore, 
"  Thy  will  be  done  !  " 


94.  P.  M.  J.  Taylor. 

Encouragement  to  pray. 

1  I  saw  the  glorious  sun  arise 

From  yonder  mountain  gray  ; 
And  as  he  travelled  through  the  skies, 

The  darkness  fled  away ; 
And  all  around  me  was  so  bright, 
I  wished  it  would  be  always  light. 

6  61 


PRAYERS    AND    ASPIRATIONS. 

But  when  his  shining  course  was  done, 
The  gentle  moon  drew  nigh, 

And  stars  came  twinkling,  one  by  one, 
Upon  the  shady  sky. 

Who  made  the  sun  to  shine  so  far, 

The  moon  and  eveiy  twinkling  star  ? 

God  made  the  sun  that  blazes  high, 
The  moon  more  pale  and  dim, 

And  all  the  stars  that  fill  the  sky 
Are  made  and  ruled  by  him  ; 

And  yet  a  child  may  ask  his  care, 

And  call  upon  his  name  in  prayer. 


95»  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

Seeking  the  Knowledge  of  God. 

1  Shine  forth,  eternal  Source  of  light, 

And  make  thy  glories  known  ; 
Fill  our  enlarged,  adoring  sight 
With  lustre  all  thy  own. 

2  Vain  are  the  charms,  and  faint  the  rays, 

The  brightest  creatures  boast  ; 
And  all  their  grandeur,  and  their  praise, 
Is  in  thy  presence  lost. 

3  To  know  the  Author  of  our  frame 

Is  our  sublimest  skill ; 
True  science  is  to  read  thy  name, 
True  life,  to  obey  thy  will. 


PRAYERS    AND    ASPIRATIONS. 

For  this  I  long,  for  this  I  pray, 
And,  following  on,  pursue, 

Till  visions  of  eternal  day 
Fix  and  complete  the  view. 


96.  L.  M.  H.  Moore. 

Preservation  from  Sin  implored. 

1  Amidst  a  world  of  hopes  and  fears, 
With  all  its  cares,  and  toils,  and  tears, 
Where  foes  alarm,  and  dangers  threat, 
And  pleasures  kill,  and  glories  cheat ; 

2  Shed  down,  O  Lord  !  a  heavenly  ray 
To  guide  us  in  the  doubtful  way ; 
And  o'er  us  hold  thy  shield  of  power, 
To  guard  us  in  the  dangerous  hour. 

3  Teach  us  the  flattering  paths  to  shun, 
In  which  the  thoughtless  many  run  ; 
Who  for  a  shade  the  substance  miss, 
And  grasp  their  ruin  in  their  bliss. 

4  Each  noble  principle  impart ;  — 
That  faith  that  sanctifies  the  heart, 
Hope,  that  to  heaven's  high  vault  aspires, 
And  love  that  warms  with  holy  fires. 

5  Whate'er  is  honest,  pure,  refined, 
Just,  generous,  amiable,  and  kind, 
That  may  our  constant  zeal  pursue, 
That  may  we  love  and  practise  too. 

63 


PRAYERS    AND   ASPIRATIONS. 

May  never  pleasure,  wealth,  or  pride 
Allure  our  wandering  souls  aside  ; 
Nor  tempt  us  from  the  narrow  road, 
Which  leads  to  happiness  and  God. 


97,  L.  M. 

Steadfastness  and  Watchfulness  implored. 

1  Great  God  !  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 

On  whom  I  cast  my  constant  care, 
On  whom  for  all  things  I  depend  ! 
To  thee  I  raise  my  humble  prayer. 

2  Endue  me  with  a  holy  fear  ; 

The  frailty  of  my  heart  reveal ; 

Sin  and  its  snares  are  always  near ; 

Thee  may  I  always  nearer  feel. 

3  O  that  to  thee  my  constant  mind 

May  with  a  steady  flame  aspire, 
Pride  in  its  earliest  motions  find, 

And  check  the  rise  of  wrong  desire  ! 

4  O  that  my  watchful  soul  may  fly 

The  first  perceived  approach  of  sin, 
Look  up  to  thee  when  danger  's  nigh, 
And  feel  thy  fear  control  within  ! 

5  Search,  gracious  God  !  my  inmost  heart ; 

From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free  ; 
Thy  light,  and  truth,  and  peace,  impart, 
And  guide  me  safe  to  heaven  and  thee. 

64 


PRAYERS    AND   ASPIRATIONS. 

98.  7s.  M.  J.  Taylok. 
Love  to  God  and  Man. 

1  Father  of  our  feeble  race  ! 

Wise,  beneficent,  and  kind, 
Spread  o'er  nature's  ample  face, 

Flows  thy  goodness  unconfined  : 
Musing  in  the  silent  grove, 

Or  the  busy  haunts  of  men, 
Still  we  trace  thy  wondrous  love, 

Claiming  large  returns  again. 

2  Lord  !  what  offering  shall  we  bring, 

At  thine  altars  when  we  bow  ? 
Hearts,  the  pure,  unsullied  spring, 

Whence  the  kind  affections  flow  ; 
Soft  compassion's  feeling  soul, 

By  the  melting  eye  expressed  ; 
Sympathy,  at  whose  control 

Sorrow  leaves  the  wounded  breast. 

3  Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind, 

Bind  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor  ; 
Love,  embracing  all  our  kind 

Charity,  with  liberal  store  : 
Teach  us,  O  thou  heavenly  King ! 

Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind, 
Thus  the  accepted  offering  bring, 

Love  to  thee,  and  all  mankind. 

99.  C.  M.  Bowring. 

Pure  Worship. 

1  The  offerings  to  thy  throne  which  rise, 
Of  mingled  praise  and  prayer, 

6*  65 


PRAYERS    AND    ASPIRATIONS. 

Are  but  a  worthless  sacrifice 
Unless  the  heart  is  there. 

2  Upon  thine  all-discerning  ear 

Let  no  vain  words  intrude  ; 
No  tribute  but  the  vow  sincere, — 
The  tribute  of  the  good. 

3  Our  offerings  will  indeed  be  blest, 

If  sanctified  by  thee, — 
If  thy  pure  spirit  touch  the  breast 
With  its  own  purity. 

4  O,  may  that  spirit  warm  each  heart 

To  piety  and  love, 
And  to  life's  lowly  vale  impart 
Some  rays  from  heaven  above  ! 


100.  L,.  M.61.  H.  Ware,  Jr. 

Prajer  for  the  right  Use  of  Trial. 

1  Father,  thy  gentle  chastisement 
Falls  kindly  on  my  burdened  soul ; 
I  see  its  merciful  intent 

To  warn  me  back  to  thy  control, 
And  pray,  that,  while  I  kiss  the  rod, 
I  may  find  perfect  peace  with  God. 

2  The  errors  of  my  heart  I  know ; 
I  feel  my  deep  infirmities  : 

For  often  virtuous  feelings  glow, 
And  holy  purposes  arise, 
But  like  the  morning  clouds  decay, 
As  empty,  though  as  fair,  as  they. 


PRAYERS    AND    ASPIRATIONS. 

3  Forgive  the  weakness  I  deplore  ; 
And  let  thy  peace  abound  in  me  ; 
That  I  may  trust  myself  no  more, 
But  wholly  cast  myself  on  thee. 
O,  let  my  Father's  strength  be  mine, 
And  my  devoted  life  be  thine  ! 


101.  CM.  Montgomery. 

Resignation. 

1  One  prayer  I  have,  —  all  prayers  in  one,  - 

When  I  am  wholy  thine  ; 
Thy  will,  my  God,  thy  will  be  done, 
And  let  that  will  be  mine. 

2  All- wise,  almighty,  and  all-good, 

In  thee  I  firmly  trust ; 
Thy  ways,  unknown  or  understood, 
Are  merciful  and  just. 

3  May  I  remember  that  to  thee 

Whate'er  I  have  I  owe  ; 
And  back,  in  gratitude,  from  me 
May  all  thy  bounties  flow. 

4  Thy  gifts  are  only  then  enjoyed, 

When  used  as  talents  lent ; 
Those  talents  only  well  employed, 
When  in  thy  service  spent. 

5  And,  though  thy  wisdom  takes  away, 

Shall  I  arraign  thy  will  ? 
No  ;  let  me  bless  thy  name,  and  say, 
"  The  Lord  is  gracious  still." 

67 


PRAYERS    AND   ASPIRATIONS. 

102.  c.  m. 

Aspiration. 

1  The  bird  let  loose  in  eastern  skies, 

When  hastening  fondly  home, 
Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor  flies 

Where  idle  warblers  roam, 
But  high  she  shoots  through  air  and  light, 

Above  all  low  delay, 
Where  nothing  earthly  bounds  her  flight 

Nor  shadows  dim  her  way. 

2  So  grant  me,  God,  from  every  care 

And  stain  of  passion  free, 
Aloft,  through  virtue's  purer  air 

To  hold  my  course  to  thee  ; 
No  sin  to  cloud,  no  lure  to  stay 

My  soul,  as  home  she  springs, 
Thy  sunshine  on  her  joyful  way, 

Thy  freedom  in  her  wings. 

103.  6&5s.  M.        Mrs.  S.  J.  Hale. 

The  Lord's  Prayer. 

1  Our  Father  in  heaven, 

We  hallow  thy  name  ! 
May  thy  kingdom  holy 

On  earth  be  the  same  ! 
O,  give  to  us  daily 

Our  portion  of  bread  ; 
It  is  from  thy  bounty 

That  all  must  be  fed. 

68 


PRAYERS   AND    ASPIRATIONS. 

2  Forgive  our  transgressions, 

And  teach  us  to  know 
That  humble  compassion 

Which  pardons  each  foe  : 
Keep  us  from  temptation, 

From  weakness  and  sin, 
And  thine  be  the  glory 

For  ever.     Amen  ! 


104.  CM.        Lucy  E.  Guernsey. 

Seeking  Strength  for  Duty. 

1  Jehovah  !  by  thy  covenant 

With  all  thy  people  made, 
We  come  to  ask  thee  that  our  hearts 
Upon  thy  truth  be  stayed. 

2  Ere  entering  on  the  battle-field, 

In  struggle  stern,  of  life, 
We  ask  thee,  for  thy  glory's  sake, 
Be  with  us  in  the  strife. 

3  O,  strengthen  thou  our  purposes 

To  struggle  and  to  be ; 
May  all  our  thoughts,  and  words,  and  works, 
Be  sacred  still  to  thee. 

4  Give  us  the  force  to  will,  to  work, 

No  suffering  to  shun, 
And  by  our  efforts,  Lord  of  Hosts, 
O,  let  thy  will  be  done. 

5  When  in  the  dark  and  lonely  night 

We  watch  the  coming  day, 
Be  thou  our  buttress  and  defence, 
Our  refuge  and  our  stay. 

69 


PRAYERS    AND    ASPIRATIONS. 

6  0,  help  us  to  be  vigilant 

Lest  foes  should  enter  in, 
And  teach  our  eyes  to  apprehend 
The  first  approach  of  sin. 

7  Defend  us  in  the  battle  hour, 

And  make  our  weapons  strong 
Against  thy  foes,  thy  kingdom's  foes, 
Oppression,  sin,  and  wrong. 

8  Hold  up  our  hands,  confirm  our  hearts, 

Show  all  our  duties  clear  ; 
Permit  not  any  single  heart 
Either  to  sleep  or  fear. 


70 


IV.    PRAISE  AND  THANKSGIVING. 


10o«  7  s.  M.  Montgomery. 

Praise  from  all  Lands. 

1  All  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord  ; 

All  ye  lands,  your  voices  raise  ; 

Heaven  and  earth,  with  loud  accord, 

Praise  the  Lord,  for  ever  praise. 

2  For  his  truth  and  mercy  stand, 

Past,  and  present,  and  to  be, 
Like  the  years  of  his  right  hand, 
Like  his  own  eternity. 

3  Praise  him,  ye  who  know  his  love  ; 

Praise  him  from  the  depths  beneath ; 
Praise  him  in  the  heights  above  ; 
Praise  your  Maker,  all  that  breathe. 

106.  7  s.  M.  Barbal-ld. 

Praise  for  the  Seasons. 

1  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ! 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 


PRAISE    AND    THANKSGIVING. 

2  All  that  spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land, — 
All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 

From  her  rich,  o'erflowing  stores,  — 

3  These  to  that  dear  Source  we  owe 
Whence  our  sweetest  comforts  flow  ; 
These,  through  all  my  happy  days, 
Claim  my  cheerful  songs  of  praise. 

4  Lord,  to  thee  my  soul  should  raise 
Grateful,  never-ending  praise, 
And,  when  every  blessing  's  flown, 
Love  thee  for  thyself  alone. 

107.  7  s.  M.  Bo  WRING. 

Lowly  Praise. 

1  Lord,  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
Hear  the  praises  we  now  raise, 
And,  while  hearing,  let  thy  grace 

Dews  of  sweet  forgiveness  pour  ; 
While  we  know,  benignant  King, 
That  the  praises  which  we  bring 
Are  a  worthless  offering 

Till  thy  blessing  makes  it  more. 

2  More  of  truth,  and  more  of  might, 
More  of  love,  and  more  of  light, 
More  of  reason,  and  of  right, 

From  thy  pardoning  grace  be  given  ! 
It  can  make  the  humblest  song 
Sweet,  acceptable,  and  strong, 
As  the  strains  the  angels'  throng 

Pour  around  the  throne  of  heaven. 


PRAISE    AND    THANKSGIVING. 


108.  7  s.  M.  Sandys. 

Harmony  of  Praise. 

1  Thou,  who  sitt'st  enthroned  above  ! 
Thou,  in  whom  we  live  and  move  ! 
Thou,  who  art  most  great,  most  high  ! 
God,  from  all  eternity  ! 

2  O,  how  sweet,  how  excellent, 

'T  is  when  tongue  and  heart  consent, 
Grateful  hearts  and  joyful  tongues, 
Hymning  thee  in  tuneful  songs  ! 

3  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  stars  of  evening  rise, 
We  thy  praises  will  record, 
Sovereign  Ruler  !  mighty  Lord  ! 

4  Decks  the  spring  with  flowers  the  field  ? 
Harvest  rich  doth  autumn  yield  ? 
Giver  of  all  good  below  ! 

Lord !  from  thee  these  blessings  flow. 

5  Sovereign  Ruler  !  mighty  Lord  ! 
We  thy  praises  will  record  : 
Giver  of  these  blessings  !  we 
Pour  the  grateful  song  to  thee. 

109,  C.  M.  Watts. 

Praise  for  Creation  and  Providence. 

1  I  sing  the  almighty  power  of  God, 
That  made  the  mountains  rise  ; 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  loftv  skies. 


PRAISE    AND   THANKSGIVING. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day  ; 
The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food  ; 
He  formed  the  creatures  with  his  word 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  Lord,  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed, 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye, 
If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky  ! 

5  There  's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below, 

But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 
And  clouds  arise  and  tempests  blow 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 

6  Creatures,  as  numerous  as  they  be, 

Are  subject  to  thy  care  ; 
There  's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee 
But  God  is  present  there. 

7  His  hand  is  my  perpetual  guard ; 

He  keeps  me  with  his  eye  : 
Why  should  I,  then,  forget  the  Lord, 
Who  is  for  ever  nigh  ? 

110.  8&7s.  M. 

Thanksgiving. 

1  Praise  the  Lord,  when  blushing  morning 
Wakes  the  blossoms  fresh  with  dew, 
Praise  him  when  revived  creation 
Beams  with  beauties  fair  and  new. 

74 


PRAISE    AND    THANKSGIVING. 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  when  early  breezes 

Come  so  fragrant  from  the  flowers, 
Praise,  thou  willow,  by  the  brook-side, 
Praise,  ye  birds,  among  the  bowers. 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  and  may  his  blessing 

Guide  us  in  the  way  of  truth, 
Keep  our  feet  from  paths  of  error, 
Make  us  holy  in  our  youth. 


111.  8  &  7s.  31. 

Praise  the  Lord. 

1  Praise  the  Lord  ;  ye  heavens  adore  him  ; 

Praise  him,  angels,  in  the  height, 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  him  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  stars  of  light. 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  hath  spoken  ; 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed ; 
Laws,  which  never  can  be  broken, 
For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  glorious  ; 

Never  shall  his  promise  fail ; 
God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious '; 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation  ; 

Hosts  on  high  his  power  proclaim  ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Praise  and  magnify  his  name. 

75 


PRAISE   AND    THANKSGIVING. 

112.  P.M.  Park. 

Thanksgiving  and  Praise. 

1  My  soul,  praise  the  Lord  ! 

Speak  good  of  his  name  ; 
His  mercies  record, 

His  bounties  proclaim  ; 
To  God,  their  Creator, 

Let  all  creatures  raise 
The  song  of  thanksgiving, 

The  chorus  of  praise  ! 

2  By  knowledge  supreme, 

By  wisdom  divine, 
God  governs  this  earth, 

With  gracious  design ; 
O'er  beast,  bird,  and  insect 

His  providence  reigns, 
Whose  will  first  created, 

Whose  love  still  sustains. 

3  And  man,  his  last  work, 

With  reason  endued, 
Who,  falling  through  sin, 

By  grace  is  renewed,  — 
To  God,  his  Creator, 

Let  man  ever  raise 
'  The  song  of  thanksgiving, 

The  chorus  of  praise  ! 

113.  8  s.  M.  Hogg. 

Glory  to  God,  the  Giver  and  Guard  of  Life. 

1  Lauded  be  thy  name  for  ever, 
Thou  of  life  the  Guard  and  Giver ! 


PRAISE    AND    THANKSGIVING. 

Thou  who  slumber'st  not,  nor  sleepest, 
Blest  are  they  thou  kindly  keepest  ! 
God  of  stillness  and  of  motion, 
Of  the  rainbow  and  the  ocean, 
Of  the  mountain,  rock,  and  river, 
Blessed  be  thy  name  for  ever  ! 

2  God  of  evening's  yellow  ray  ! 
God  of  yonder  dawning  day, 
That  rises  from  the  distant  sea 
Like  breathings  of  eternity  ! 
Thine  the  naming  sphere  of  light, 
Thine  the  darkness  of  the  night. 
God  of  life,  that  fade  shall  never, 
Glory  to  thy  name  for  ever  ! 

114.  H.  M.  Sandy 

Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

1  All,  from  the  sun's  uprise 

Unto  his  setting  rays, 
Resound  in  jubilees 

The  great  Creator's  praise  ! 
Him  serve  alone  ; 
In  triumph  bring 
Your  gifts,  and  sing 
Before  his  throne ! 

2  Man  drew  from  man  his  birth  ; 

But  God  his  noble  frame 
(Built  of  the  ruddy  earth) 
Filled  with  celestial  flame. 
His  sons  we  are, 
By  him  are  led, 
Preserved,  and  fed 
With  tender  care. 

7  *  77 


PRAISE    AND    THANKSGIVING. 

3  Then  to  His  portals  press 
In  your  divine  resorts  ; 
With  thanks  his  power  profess, 
And  praise  him  in  his  courts. 
How  good  !  how  pure  ! 
His  mercies  last  ; 
His  promise  past 
Is  ever  sure. 


115,  7  s.  31.  Conder. 

O,  s'we  Thanks  unto  the  Lord  ! 

1  0,  give  thanks  to  Him  who  made 
Morning  light  and  evening  shade  ! 
Source  and  Giver  of  all  good,  — 
Nightly  sleep  and  daily  food, — 
Quickener  of  our  wearied  powers, 
Guard  of  our  unconscious  hours  ! 

2  O,  give  thanks  to  nature's  King, 
Who  made  every  breathing  thing  ! 
His  our  warm  and  sentient  frame  ; 
His  the  mind's  immortal  flame. 

O,  how  close  the  ties  that  bind 
Spirits  to  the  Eternal  Mind  ! 

3  0,  give  thanks  with  heart  and  lip, 
For  we  are  his  workmanship, 
And  all  creatures  are  his  care  ! 
Not  a  bird  that  cleaves  the  air 
Falls  unnoticed  ;  —  but  who  can 
Speak  the  Father's  love  to  man  ! 

4  0,  give  thanks  for  him  who  came, 
In  a  mortal,  suffering  frame, 


PRAISE    AND    THANKSGIVING. 

Temple  of  the  Deity  ;  — 
Came  to  bear  our  souls  on  high, 
In  the  path  himself  hath  trod, 
Leading;  back  his  saints  to  God. 


116.  I.  M. 

Thanksgiving  Hymn. 

1  Father  of  mercies  !  God  of  peace ! 
Being  whose  bounties  never  cease  ! 
While  to  the  heavens,  in  grateful  tones, 
Ascend  our  mingled  orisons, 

Listen  to  these,  the  notes  of  praise, 
Which  we,  a  happy  people,  raise ! 

2  Our  hamlets,  sheltered  by  thy  care, 
Abodes  of  peace  and  plenty  are  ; 
Our  tillage,  by  thy  blessing,  yields 
An  hundred-fold  from  ripened  fields  ; 
And  flowing  grain,  and  burdened  vine, 
Are  tokens  of  thy  love  divine. 

3  The  cradled  head  of  infancy 
Doth  owe  its  tranquil  rest  to  thee  ; 
Youth's  doubting  step,  man's  firmer  tread, 
In  years  mature,  by  thee  are  led  ; 
Secure  may  trembling  age,  O  Lord  ! 
Lean  on  its  staff,  thy  holy  Word. 

4  Teach  us  these  blessings  to  improve, 
Teach  us  to  serve  thee,  teach  to  love ; 
Exalt  our  hearts,  that  we  may  see 
The  Giver  of  all  good  in  thee  ; 

And  be  thy  word  our  daily  food, 
Thy  service,  Lord,  our  greatest  good. 


PRAISE   AND    THANKSGIVING. 


117.  L.  M. 

Perpetual  Praise. 

1  My  God  !  in  morning's  radiant  hour 
To  thee  will  I  lift  up  my  heart ; 
The  shades  of  night  obey  thy  power, 
And  at  thy  sun's  bright  beams  depart. 

2  Father  and  Guardian !  to  thy  shrine 
The  life  thou  shieldest  will  I  bring  ; 
All,  great  Creator  !  all  is  thine  ; 
The  heart  my  noblest  offering  ! 

3  The  morning  light  shall  see  my  prayer, 
The  noonday  calm  shall  know  my  praise  ; 
And  evening's  still  and  fragrant  air  ' 

My  grateful  hymn  to  thee  shall  raise. 

4  So  shall  sweet  thoughts  and  hopes  sublime 
My  constant  inspirations  be  ; 

And  every  shifting  scene  of  time 
Reflect,  my  God,  a  light  from  thee  ! 

118.  7  s.  M.  Merrick. 

Praise.     Psalm  136. 

1  Lift  your  voice  and  joyful  sing 
Praises  to  our  heavenly  King ; 
For  his  mercies  far  extend, 
And  his  bounty  knows  no  end. 

2  Honor  pay  to  heaven's  high  Lord, 
And  his  wondrous  deeds  record  ; 
Through  the  various  realms  of  earth 
Praise  him,  all  of  human  birth  ;  — 


PRAISE    AND    THANKSGIVING. 

3  Him  whose  wisdom,  throned  on  high, 
Built  the  mansions  of  the  sky, 

And  the  orbs  that  gild  the  pole 
Bade  through  boundless  ether  roll. 

4  To  the  great  Eternal  King 
Raise  your  voice  and  joyful  sing  ; 
For  his  mercies  wide  extend, 
And  his  bounty  knows  no  end. 


119.  8&7s.M. 

Thrice  Holy. 

1  "  Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven  ; 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored  ; 
Unto  thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !  " 
Heaven  is  still  with  anthems  ringing  ; 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  ciy, 
"  Holy,  holy,  holy,"  singing, 

"  Lord  of  hosts,  the  Lord  most  high  !  " 

2  Ever  thus  in  God's  high  praises, 

Brethren,  let  our  tongues  unite. 
Whilst  our  thoughts  his  greatness  raises, 

And  our  love  his  gifts  excite. 
With  his  seraph  train  before  him, 

With  his  holy  Church  below, 
Thus  unite  we  to  adore  him, 

Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow  :  — 

3  "  Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven  ; 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored  ; 
Unto  thee  be  glory  given, 
Holy, holy,  holy  Lord! 


PRAISE    AND    THANKSGIVING. 

Thus,  thy  glorious  name  confessing, 
We  adopt  the  angels'  cry, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,1  blessing 
Thee,  the  Lord  our  God  most  high  !  " 

120»  7  s.  M.  Montgomery. 

Hymn  of  Praise. 

1  Heralds  of  creation,  cry, 

Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high  ! 
Heaven  and  earth,  obey  the  call, 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  of  all. 

2  For  he  spake,  and  forth  from  night 
Sprang  the  universe  to  light ; 

He  commanded,  —  Nature  heard, 
And  stood  fast  upon  his  word. 

3  Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above, 
Spirits  perfected  in  love  ; 

Sun  and  moon,  your  voices  raise  ; 
Sing,  ye  stars,  your  Maker's  praise. 

4  Let  his  truth  by  babes  be  told, 
And  his  wonders  by  the  old ; 
Youths  and  maidens  in  your  prime, 
Learn  the  lays  of  heaven  betime. 

5  High  above  all  height  his  throne, 
Excellent  his  name  alone  ; 

Him  let  all  his  works  confess, 
Him  let  every  being  bless. 

121.  P.  M.  Milton. 

Praise  to  God.     Psalm  136. 

1  Let  us,  with  a  gladsome  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind  ; 


PRAISE    AND    THANKSGIVING. 

For  his  mercies  aye  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  Let  us  blaze  his  name  abroad, 
For  of  gods  he  is  the  God  ; 
For  his  mercies,  &c. 

3  Who,  by  his  all-commanding  might, 
Did  fill  the  new-made  world  with  light ; 
For  his  mercies,  &c. 

4  And  caused  the  golden-tressed  sun 
All  day  long  his  course  to  run  ; 
For  his  mercies,  &c. 

5  The  horned  moon  to  shine  by  night 
Amongst  her  spangled  sisters  bright ; 
For  his  mercies,  &c. 

6  His  chosen  people  he  did  bless 
In  the  wasteful  wilderness  ; 
For  his  mercies,  &c. 

7  He  hath,  with  a  piteous  eye, 
Beheld  us  in  our  misery  ; 
For  his  mercies,  &c. 

8  All  his  creatures  he  doth  feed, 

And  with  full  hand  supplies  their  need  ; 
For  his  mercies,  &c. 

9  Let  us,  therefore,  warble  forth 
His  mighty  majesty  and  worth  ; 
For  his  mercies,  &c. 

93 


PRAISE   AND    THANKSGIVING. 

122,  P.M.  H.  Ware,  Jr. 

Thanksgiving  Hymn. 

1  Father  of  earth  and  heaven, 

Whose  arm  upholds  creation, 
To  thee  we  raise  the  voice  of  praise, 
And  bend  in  adoration. 

2  We  praise  the  power  that  made  us  ; 

We  praise  the  love  that  blesses  ; 
While  every  day  that  rolls  away 
Thy  gracious  care  confesses. 

3  Life  is  from  thee,  blest  Father  ; 

From  thee  all  breathing  spirits  ; 
And  thou  dost  give  to  all  that  live 
The  bliss  that  each  inherits. 

4  Day,  night,  and  rolling  seasons, 

And  all  that  life  embraces, 
With  bliss  are  crowned,  with  joy  abound, 
And  claim  our  thankful  praises. 

5  And  when  death's  final  summons 

From  earth's  dear  scenes  shall  move  us,  — 
From  friends,  from  foes,  from  joys,  from  woes, 
From  all  that  know  and  love  us,  — 

6  O,  then,  let  hope  attend  us  ! 

Thy  peace  to  us  be  given  ! 
That  we  may  rise  above  the  skies, 
And  sing  thy  praise  in  heaven ! 

84 


PRAISE    AND    THANKSGIVING. 


123.  H.  M.  H.  Ware,  Jr. 

Praise. 

1  O  holy,  holy  Lord,  — 

Creation's  sovereign  King, 
Thy  majesty  adored, 
Let  all  creation  sing  : 
Who  wast,  and  art, 
And  art  to  be  ;  — 
Nor  time  shall  see 
Thy  sway  depart. 

2  Great  are  thy  works  of  praise, 

O  God  of  boundless  might ! 
All  just  and  true  thy  ways, 
Thou  King  of  saints  in  light ! 
Let  all  above, 
And  all  below, 
Conspire  to  show 
Thy  power  and  love. 

3  Who  shall  not  fear  thee,  Lord, 

And  magnify  thy  name  ? 
Thy  judgments  sent  abroad 
Thy  holiness  proclaim  ; 
Nations  shall  throng 
From  every  shore, 
And  all  adore, 
In  one  loud  song. 

4  While  thus  the  powers  on  high 

Their  swelling  chorus  raise, 
Let  earth  and  man  reply, 
And  echo  back  the  praise  : 


PRAISE    AND    THANKSGIVING. 

His  glory  own, 

First,  last,  and  best, 

God  ever  blest, 
And  God  alone. 

12-4.  8  &  T  s.  H.  Robissox. 

Bod  the  Creator. 

1  Mighty  God  !  while  angels  bless  thee, 

May  an  infant  lisp  thy  name  ! 
Lord  of  men.  as  well  as  ansels, 
Thou  art  even*  creature's  theme. 

2  Lord  of  even*  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days  ! 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation 
Be  thy  just  and  lawful  praise  ; 

3  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature,  — 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought ; 
For  created  works  of  power. — 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought ; 

4  For  thy  providence,  that  governs 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain, 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow  :  — 
Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign. 


V.     GOD. 


125.  L.M.  61.  T.Moore. 

God  the  Life  and  Light  of  the  World. 

1  Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light 

Of  alt  this  wondrous  world  we  see  ; 
Its  glow  by  day,  its  smile  by  night, 

Are  but  reflections  caught  from  thee. 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 

2  When  day,  with  farewell  beam,  delays 

Among  the  opening  clouds  of  even, 
And  we  can  almost  think  we  gaze, 

Through  golden  vistas,  into  heaven, 
Those  hues  that  make  the  sun's  decline 
So  soft,  so  radiant,  Lord,  are  thine. 

3  When  night,  with  wings  of  starry  gloom, 

O'ershadows  all  the  earth  and  skies, 
Like  some  dark,  beauteous  bird,  whose  plume 

Is  sparkling  with  unnumbered  eyes, 
That  sacred  gloom,  those  fires  divine, 
So  grand,  so  countless,  Lord,  are  thine. 

4  When  youthful  spring  around  us  breathes, 

Thy  spirit  warms  her  fragrant  sigh  ; 
And  every  flower  the  summer  wreathes 
Is  born  beneath  thy  kindling  eye  : 

87 


GOD. 


Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 


126.  C.  M.  Watts. 

God  is  everywhere. 

1  In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 

Before  they  're  formed  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  O,  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 

127#  8  &  7s.  M.  BOWRING. 

God  is  Love. 

1  God  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  rove  ; 


GOD. 

Bliss  he  wakes  and  woe  he  lightens  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever ; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move  ; 
But  his  mercy  waneth  never  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove  ; 
From  the  gloom  his  brightness  streameth 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above  : 
Everywhere  his  glory  shineth  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 


128.  7s   M 

"  I  will  that  men  pray  everywhere." 

1  They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace 
Find  that  throne  in  every  place  ; 

If  we  love  a  life  of  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

2  In  our  sickness,  in  our  health, 
In  our  want,  or  in  our  wealth, 
If  we  look  to  God  in  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

3  When  our  earthly  comforts  fail, 
When  the  woes  of  life  prevail, 
'T  is  the  time  for  earnest  prayer : 
God  is  present  everywhere. 


GOD. 


4  Then,  my  soul,  in  every  strait, 
To  thy  Father  come,  and  wait ; 
He  will  answer  every  prayer : 
God  is  present  everywhere. 


129.  L.  M.  Bowring. 

God's  sustaining  Presence. 

1  Father  and  Friend,  thy  light,  thy  love, 

Beaming  through  all  thy  works,  we  see  ; 
Thy  glory  gilds  the  heavens  above, 
And  all  the  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

2  Thy  voice  we  hear,  thy  presence  feel, 

Whilst  thou,  too  pure  for  mortal  sight, 
Involved  in  clouds,  invisible, 

Reignest  the  Lord  of  life  and  light. 

3  We  know  not  in  what  hallowed  part 

Of  the  wide  heavens  thy  throne  may  be, 
But  this  we  know,  —  that  where  thou  art, 
Strength,  wisdom,  goodness,  dwell  with  thee. 

4  And  through  the  various  maze  of  time, ' 

And  through  the  infinity  of  space, 
We  follow  thy  career  sublime, 

And  all  thy  wondrous  footsteps  trace. 

5  Thy  children  shall  not  faint  nor  fear, 

Sustained  by  this  delightful  thought, — 
Since  thou,  their  God,  art  everywhere, 
They  cannot  be  where  thou  art  not. 


GOD. 


130.  CM.  6  1.  CONDER. 

Presence  of  God. 

1  Beyond,  beyond  that  boundless  sea, 

Above  that  dome  of  sky, 
Farther  than  thought  itself  can  flee, 

Thy  dwelling  is  on  high ; 
Yet  dear  the  awful  thought  to  me, 

That  thou,  my  God,  art  nigh. 

2  We  hear  thy  voice  when  thunders  roll 

Through  the  wide  fields  of  air ; 
The  waves  obey  thy  dread  control ; 

Yet  still  thou  art  not  there : 
Where  shall  I  find  Him,  O  my  soul, 

Who  yet  is  everywhere  ? 

3  O,  not  in  circling  depth,  or  height, 

But  in  the  conscious  breast, 
Present  to  faith,  though  veiled  from  sight, 

There  does  his  spirit  rest : 
O,  come,  thou  Presence  Infinite, 

And  make  thy  creature  blest. 

131.  CM.  Thomson. 
The  unceasing  Goodness  of  God. 

1  Jehovah  God  !  thy  gracious  power 

On  every  hand  we  see  ; 
O,  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  thee  ! 

2  If  on  the  wings  of  morn  we  speed 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
Thy  hand  will  there  our  footsteps  lead, 
Thy  love,  our  path  surround. 


GOD. 

3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps, 

And  reaches  to  the  skies  ; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 
Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

4  From  morn  till  noon,  till  latest  eve, 

The  hand  of  God  we  see  ; 
And  all  the  blessings  we  receive 
Ceaseless  proceed  from  thee. 

5  In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 

On  thee  our  hopes  depend  ; 
Through  every  age,  in  every  clime, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend  ! 


132.  L.  M.  Mrs.Follex. 

Goodness  of  God. 

1  God,  thou  art  good  !    Each  perfumed  flower 

The  waving  field,  the  dark  green  wood, 
The  insect  fluttering  for  an  hour, — 

All  things  proclaim  that  God  is  good.    - 

2  I  hear  it  in  each  breath  of  wind  ; 

The  hills  that  have  for  ages  stood, 
And  clouds  with  gold  and  silver  lined, 
All  still  repeat  that  God  is  good. 
. 

3  Each  little  rill,  that  many  a  year 

Has  the  same  verdant  path  pursued, 
And  every  bird,  in  accents  clear, 
Joins  in  the  song  that  God  is  good. 

4  The  countless  hosts  of  twinkling  stars, 

That  sing  his  praise  with  light  renewed  ; 


GOD. 


The  rising  sun  each  day  declares, 
In  rays  of  glory,  God  is  good. 

5  The  moon,  that  walks  in  brightness,  says 
That  God  is  good  !  and  man,  endued 
With  power  to  speak  his  Maker's  praise, 
Should  still  repeat  that  God  is  good. 


133.  L.  M 

God  our  Father. 

1  Great  God !  and  wilt  thou  condescend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 

I  but  a  child,  and  thou  so  high, 

The  Lord  of  earth,  and  air,  and  sky  ? 

2  Art  thou  my  Father  ?  Canst  thou  bear 
To  hear  my  poor,  imperfect  prayer  ? 
Or  stoop  to"  listen  to  the  praise 

That  such  a  little  one  can  raise  ? 

3  Art  thou  my  Father  ?  —  Let  me  be 
A  meek,  obedient  child  to  thee, 
And  try,  in  every  deed  and  thought, 
To  serve  and  please  thee  as  I  ought. 

4  Art  thou  my  Father  ?  —  I  Tl  depend 
Upon  the  care  of  such  a  friend, 
And  only  wish  to  do  and  be 
Whatever  seemeth  good  to  thee. 

5  Art  thou  my  Father  ?  —  Then,  at  last, 
When  all  my  days  on  earth  are  past, 
Send  down,  and  take  me,  in  thy  love, 
To  be  thy  better  child  above. 


GOD. 


134.  C.  M.  Browne. 

Divine  Goodness. 

1  Lord,  thou  art  good  ;  all  nature  shows 

Its  mighty  Author  kind  ; 
Thy  bounty  through  creation  flows, 
Full,  free,  and  unconfined. 

2  The  whole  in  every  part  proclaims 

Thy  infinite  good-will ; 
It  shines  in  stars,  it  flows  in  streams, 
And  bursts  from  every  hill. 

3  It  fills  the  wide-extended  main, 

And  heavens  which  spread  more  wide ; 
It  drops  in  gentle  showers  of  rain, 
And  rolls  in  every  tide. 

4  Still  hath  it  been  diffused  and  free, 

Through  ages  past  and  gone  ; 
Nor  ever  can  exhausted  be, 
But  still  keeps  flowing  on. 

5  Through  the  whole  earth  it  pours  supplies, 

Spreads  joy  through  all  its  parts  ; 
Lord,  may  thy  goodness  draw  our  eyes, 
And  captivate  our  hearts  ! 

6  High  admiration  let  it  raise, 

And  kind  affections  move  ; 
Employ  our  tongues  in  hymns  of  praise, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  love. 

94 


GOD. 


135.  C.  P.  M.  H.Moore. 

God  is  Love. 

1  My  God  !  thy  boundless  love  I  praise  ; 
How  bright  on  high  its  glories  blaze  ! 

How  sweetly  bloom  below  ! 
It  streams  from  thine  eternal  throne ; 
Through  heaven  its  joys  for  ever  run, 

And  o'er  the  earth  they  flow. 

2  'T  is  love  that  paints  the  purple  morn, 
And  bids  the  clouds  in  air  upborne 

Their  genial  drops  distil ; 
In  every  vernal  beam  it  glows, 
And  breathes  in  every  gale  that  blows, 

And  glides  in  every  rill. 

3  It  robes  in  cheerful  green  the  ground, 
And  pours  its  flowery  beauties  round, 

Whose  sweets  perfume  the  gale  ; 
Its  bounties  richly  spread  the  plain, 
The  blushing  fruit,  the  golden  grain, 

And  smile  in  eveiy  vale. 

4  Then  let  the  love,  that  makes  me  blest, 
With  cheerful  praise  inspire  my  breast, 

And  ardent  gratitude  ; 
And  all  my  thoughts  and  passions  tend 
To  thee,  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 

My  soul's  eternal  good. 

136.  7  s.  M.  Bowring. 

God  in  all  Things. 

1  Father  !  thy  paternal  care 

Has  my  guardian  been,  my  guide  ; 


GOD. 

Every  hallowed  wish  and  prayer 
Has  thy  hand  of  love  supplied  , 

Thine  is  every  thought  of  bliss, 
Left  by  hours  and  days  gone  by ; 

Eveiy  hope  thine  offspring  is, 
Beaming  from  futurity. 

2  Every  sun  of  splendid  ray ; 

Every  moon  that  shines  serene  ; 
Every  morn  that  welcomes  day ; 

Every  evening's  twilight  scene  ; 
Every  hour  which  wisdom  brings  ; 

Every  incense  at  thy  shrine  ; 
These,  —  and  all  life's  holiest  things, 

And  its  fairest,  —  all  are  thine. 

3  And  for  all,  my  hymns  shall  rise, 

Daily,  to  thy  gracious  throne  : 
Thither  let  my  asking  eyes 

Turn  unwearied,  —  righteous  One! 
Through  life's  strange  vicissitude 

There  reposing  all  my  care, 
Trusting  still,  through  ill  and  good, 

Fixed,  and  cheered,  and  counselled  there. 


137*  cm. 

1  It  was  our  Heavenly  Father's  love 

Brought  every  being  forth  ; 
He  made  the  shining  worlds  above, 
And  every  thing  on  earth. 

2  He  gives  us  all  our  parenjs  dear, 

Our  teachers  kind  and  true  ; 


GOD. 

He  bids  us  all  their  precepts  hear, 
And  all  they  teach  us  do. 

3  God  sees  and  hears  us  all  the  day 

And  in  the  darkest  night ; 

He  views  us  when  we  disobey, 

And  when  we  act  aright. 

4  God  hears  what  we  are  saying  now,  — 

O,  what  a  wondrous  thought ! 
Our  Heavenly  Father !  teach  us  how 
To  love  thee  as  we  ought. 

138.  7  s   M. 

God  is  Love. 

1  Earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  flowers  ; 
Air,  with  all  its  beams  and  showers  ; 
Ocean's  infinite  expanse  ; 
Heaven's  resplendent  countenance  ;  — 
All  around,  and  all  above, 

Hath  this  record,  —  God  is  love. 

2  Sounds  among  the  vales  and  hills, 
In  the  woods,  and  by  the  rills, 

Of  the  breeze  and  of  the  bird, 
By  the  gentle  murmur  stirred,  — 
All  these  songs,  beneath,  above, 
Have  one  burden,  —  God  is  love. 

3  All  the  hopes  and  fears  that  start 
From  the  fountain  of  the  heart, 
All  the  quiet  bliss  that  lies, 

All  our  human  sympathies,  — 
These  are  voices  from  above, 
Sweetly  whispering,  —  God  is  love. 


GOD. 

139.  L.  M. 

Presence  of  God. 

1  God  of  the  ocean,  earth,  and  sky  ! 

In  thy  bright  presence  we  rejoice  ; 
We  feel  thee,  see  thee,  ever  nigh, 
We  ever  hear  thy  gracious  voice. 

2  We  feel  thee  in  the  sunny  beam  ; 

We  see  thee  walk  the  mountain  waves  ; 
We  hear  thee  in  the  murmuring  stream, 
And  when  the  midnight  tempest  raves. 

3  God  on  the  lonely  hills  we  meet ; 

God,  in  the  valley  and  the  grove  ; 
While  birds  and  whispering  winds  repeat 
That  God  is  there,  —  that  God  is  love  ! 

4  We  meet  thee  in  the  silent  hour, 

When  wearied  nature  sinks  to  rest ; 
When  dies  the  breeze,  and  sleeps  the  flower, 
And  peace  is  given  to  eveiy  breast. 

5  We  see  thee  when  at  eve  afar 

We  upward  lift  our  wondering  sight,  — 
We  see  thee  in  each  glittering  star 
That  beautifies  the  gloom  of  night. 

6  But  better  still,  and  still  more  clear, 

Thee  in  the  sacred  page  we  see  : 
There  thy  own  glorious  words  we  hear, 
And  learn  the  way  to  heaven  and  thee. 


VI.    WORKS  AND  PROVIDENCE  OF  GOD. 


140.  c.  p.  m. 

Acknowledgment  of  God's  constant  Goodness. 

1  Great  Source  of  unexhausted  good  ! 
Who  giv'st  us  help,  and  friends,  and  food, 

And  peace,  and  calm  content ; 
Like  fragrant  incense  to  the  skies, 
Let  songs  of  grateful  praises  rise, 

For  all  thy  blessings  lent. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  dav, 
Thy  providence  attends  our  way, 

To  guard  us  and  to  guide  ; 
Thy  grace  directs  our  wandering  will, 
And  warns  us,  lest  seducing  ill 

Allure  our  souls  aside. 

3  Thy  smiles,  with  a  reviving  light, 
Cheer  the  long,  darksome  hours  of  night, 

And  gild  the  thickest  gloom  ; 
Thy  watchful  love,  around  our  bed, 
Doth  softly  like  a  curtain  spread, 

And  guard  the  peaceful  room. 

4  To  thee  our  lives,  our  all,  we  owe, 
Our  peace  and  sweetest  joys  below, 

And  brighter  hopes  above  ; 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE    OF   GOD. 

Then  let  our  lives,  and  all  that 's  ours, 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  active  powers, 
Be  sacred  to  thy  love. 

Thus,  gracious  Father !  thee  we  praise 
And,  while  our  feeble  songs  we  raise 

To  bless  thee  and  adore, 
Some  spark  of  heavenly  fire  impart, 
And  teach  each  humble,  grateful  heart 

To  bless  and  love  thee  more. 


141.  L.  M.  H.M.Williams. 

God  seen  in  All. 

1  My  God !  all  nature  owns  thy  sway ; 
Thou  giv'st  the  night  and  thou  the  day  : 
When  all  thy  loved  creation  wakes, 
When  morning,  rich  in  lustre,  breaks, 
And  bathes  in  dew  the  opening  flower, 
To  thee  we  owe  her  fragrant  hour ; 
And  when  she  pours  her  choral  song, 
Her  melodies  to  thee  belong. 

2  Or  when,  in  paler  tints  arrayed, 

The  evening  slowly  spreads  her  shade, 
That  soothing  shade,  that  grateful  gloom, 
Can,  more  than  day's  enlivening  bloom, 
Still  every  fond  and  vain  desire, 
And  calmer,  purer  thoughts  inspire  ; 
From  earth  the  pensive  spirit  free, 
And  lead  the  softened  heart  to  thee. 

3  In  every  scene  thy  hands  have  dressed, 
In  every  form  by  thee  impressed 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 

Upon  the  mountain's  awful  head, 

Or  where  the  sheltering  woods  are  spread  ; 

In  every  note  that  swells  the  gale, 

Or  tuneful  stream  that  cheers  the  vale, 

The  cavern's  depth,  or  echoing  grove,  — 

A  voice  is  heard  of  praise  and  love. 

4  As  o'er  thy  work  the  seasons  roll, 

And  soothe,  with  change  of  bliss,  the  soul. 
O,  never  may  their  smiling  train 
Pass  o'er  the  human  sense  in  vain  ! 
But  oft,  as  on  their  charms  we  gaze, 
Attune  the  wondering  soul  to  praise  ; 
And  be  the  joys  that  most  we  prize 
Those  joys  that  from  thy  favor  rise  ! 

142.  C  M.  Montgomery. 

The  Earth  full  of  the  Goodness  of  God. 

1  God,  in  the  high  and  holy  place, 

Looks  down  upon  the  spheres  ; 
Yet,  in  his  providence  and  grace, 
To  every  eye  appears. 

2  He  bows  the  heavens  ;  the  mountains  stand 

A  highway  for  our  God  ; 
He  walks  amidst  the  desert-land  ; 
'T  is  Eden  where  he  trod. 

3  The  forests  in  his  strength  rejoice  ; 

Hark  !  on  the  evening  breeze, 
As  once  of  old,  Jehovah's  voice 
Is  heard  among  the  trees. 

4  In  every  stream  his  bounty  flows, 

Diffusing  joy  and  wealth  ; 

9*  101 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 

In  every  breeze  his  spirit  blows,  — 
The  breath  of  life  and  health. 

5  His  blessings  fall  in  plenteous  showers 

Upon  the  lap  of  earth, 
That  teems  with  foliage,  fruits,  and  flowers, 
And  rings  with  infant  mirth. 

6  If  God  hath  made  this  world  so  fair, 

Where  sin  and  death  abound, 
How  beautiful  beyond  compare 
Will  paradise  be  found  ! 


143.  C.  M.  Mrs.  Miles. 

Earth  the  Shadow  of  Heaven. 

1  The  earth,  all  light  and  loveliness, 

In  summer's  golden  hours, 
Shines,  in  her  bridal  vesture  clad, 

And  crowned  with  festal  flowers, 
So  radiantly  beautiful, 

So  like  to  heaven  above, 
We  scarce  can  deem  more  fair  that  world 

Of  perfect  bliss  and  love. 

2  Is  this  a  shadow  faint  and  dim 

Of  that  which  is  to  come  ? 
What  shall  the  unveiled  splendor  be 

Of  our  celestial  home, 
Where  waves  the  glorious  tree  of  life, 

WThere  streams  of  bliss  gush  free, 
And  all  is  glowing  in  the  light 

Of  immortality ! 

102 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 


144.  C.  M.  Whittiek. 

Nature's  Worship. 

1  The  ocean  looketh  up  to  heaven, 

As  't  were  a  living  thing  ; 
The  homage  of  its  waves  is  given, 
In  ceaseless  worshipping. 

2  They  kneel  upon  the  sloping  sand, 

As  bends  the  human  knee  ; 
A  beautiful  and  tireless  band, 
The  priesthood  of  the  sea. 

3  The  mists  are  lifted  from  the  rills, 

Like  the  white  wing  of  prayer ; 
They  kneel  above  the  ancient  hills, 
As  doing  homage  there. 

4  The  forest-tops  are  lowly  cast 

O'er  breezy  hill  and  glen, 
As  if  a  prayerful  spirit  passed 
On  nature  as  on  men. 

5  The  sky  is  as  a  temple's  arch  ; 

The  blue  and  wavy  air 
Is  glorious  with  the  spirit  march 
Of  messengers  at  prayer. 

145.  L.  M.  Addison. 

The  Heavens  declare  the  Glory  of  God. 

1  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 

The  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Doth  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 
The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; 
Whilst  all  the  stars  which  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

What  though,  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amidst  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ; 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice  ; 
For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine, — 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 


14o#  I,.  M.  Doddridge. 

"  Thou  crownest  the  year  with  thy  goodness." 

1  Eternal  Source  of  every  joy  ! 
Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 

Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Thy  hand  supports  the  steady  pole  ; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

104 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 

3  The  flowery  spring,  at  thy  command, 
Embalms  the  air  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours, 
Through  all  our  coast,  redundant  stores  ; 
And  winters,  softened  by  thy  care, 

No  more  a  face  of  horror  wear. 

5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 

Still  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid, 
With  opening  light,  and  evening  shade. 

147.  c  m 

Goodness  of  God  in  his  Works. 

1  There  's  not  a  tint  that  paints  the  rose, 

Or  decks  the  lily  fair, 
Or  streaks  the  humblest  flower  that  grows, 
But  God  has  placed  it  there. 

2  There  's  not  of  grass  a  single  blade, 

Or  leaf  of  lowliest  mien, 
Where  heavenly  skill  is  not  displayed, 
And  heavenly  wisdom  seen. 

3  There  's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light 

Illumes  the  spreading  earth, 
There  's  not  a  cloud,  or  dark,  or  bright, 
But  mercy  gave  it  birth. 

4  Then  wake,  my  soul,  and  sing  his  name, 

And  all  his  praise  rehearse, 
Who  spread  abroad  earth's  glorious  frame, 
And  made  the  universe. 


WORKS   AND    PROVIDENCE    OF   GOD. 

148.  c.  m. 

Thunder-storm. 

1  The  thunder  bursts  !  its  rolling  might 

Seems  the  firm  hills  to  shake  ; 
And  in  terrific  splendor  bright 
The  gathered  lightnings  break. 

2  Yet  doth  not  God  behold  thee  still, 

With  all-surveying  eye  ? 
Doth  not  his  power  all  nature  fill, 
Around,  beneath,  on  high  ? 

3  Then  fear  not,  though  the  angry  sky 

A  thousand  darts  should  cast ; 
Why  should  we  tremble  e'en  to  die, 
And  be  with  him  at  last  ? 

149.  Ii.  M.  Mrs.  Hemans. 

The  Stars. 

1  Child  of  the  earth,  0,lift  thy  glance 
To  yon  bright  firmament's  expanse  *, 
The  glories  of  its  realm  explore, 
Behold,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ! 

2  Mark  well  each  little  star,  whose  rays 
In  distant  splendor  meet  thy  gaze  ; 
Each  is  a  world  by  Him  sustained, 
Who  from  eternity  hath  reigned. 

3  Each,  shining  not  for  earth  alone, 
Hath  suns  and  planets  of  its  own, 
And  beings  whose  existence  springs 
From  Him,  the  all-powerful  King  of  kings. 

106 


WORKS    AND    TROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 

4  What,  then,  art  thou,  O  child  of  clay, 
Amidst  creation's  grandeur,  say  ? 
E'en  as  an  insect  on  the  breeze, 
E'en  as  a  dewdrop  lost  in  seas ! 

5  Yet  fear  thou  not !  —  the  sovereign  hand, 
"Which  spread  the  ocean  and  the  land, 
And  hung  the  rolling  spheres  in  air, 
Hath,  e'en  for  thee,  a  Father's  care. 

150.  7  s.  M.  Hebei 

'•  Consider  the  lilies  of  the  field  ;  —  behold  the  fowls  of  the  air.1 

1  Lo  !  the  lilies  of  the  field  ! 

How  their  leaves  instruction  yield  ! 

Hark  to  nature's  lesson  given 

By  the  blessed  birds  of  heaven  ! 

Every  bush  and  tufted  tree 

Warbles  trust  and  piety  ; 

Children,  banish  doubt  and  sorrow, — 

God  provideth  for  the  morrow. 

2  One  there  lives,  whose  guardian  eye 
Guides  our  earthly  destiny  ; 

One  there  lives,  who,  Lord  of  all, 
Keeps  his  children,  lest  they  fall  : 
Pass  we,  then,  in  love  and  praise, 
Trusting  him,  through  all  our  days, 
Free  from  doubt  and  faithless  sorrow  ;  - 
God  provideth  for  the  morrow. 

151.  CM. 

The  Rainbow. 

1  Behold  that  arch  of  varied  hue  ! 
From  heaven  to  earth  't  is  bowed  ; 

107 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 

Haste,  ere  it  vanish,  haste  to  view 
The  rainbow  in  the  cloud. 

2  'T  was  not  alone  to  charm  thy  sight, 
God  gave  that  vision  fair  ; 
Gaze  on  its  beams  of  azure  light, 
And  read  his  mercy  there. 

152.  C.  M.  Wallace. 

The  Creator's  Works. 

1  There  's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light 

Illumes  the  distant  earth, 
And  cheers  the  solemn  gloom  of  night, 
But  mercy  gave  it  birth. 

2  There  's  not  a  cloud  whose  dews  distil 

Upon  the  parching  clod, 
And  clothe  with  verdure  vale  and  hill, 
That  is  not  sent  by  God. 

3  There  's  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round, 

In  ocean  deep,  or  air, 
Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found, 
For  God  is  everywhere. 

4  Around,  beneath,  below,  above, 

Wherever  space  extends, 
There  heaven  displays  its  boundless  love, 
And  power  with  mercy  blends. 

153*  H.  M.  Freeman. 

Imitation  of  Thomson's  Hymn  on  the  Seasons. 

1  Lord  of  the  worlds  below  ! 
On  earth  thy  glories  shine  ; 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 

The  changing  seasons  show 
Thy  skill  and  power  divine. 
In  all  we  see 
A  God  appears ; 
The  rolling  years 
Are  full  of  thee. 


2  Forth  in  the  flowery  spring, 

We  see  thy  beauty  move 

The  birds  on  branches  sing 

Thy  tenderness  and  love  ; 

Wide  flush  the  hills  ; 

The  air  is  balm  : 

Devotion's  calm 

Our  bosom  fills. 

3  Then  come,  in  robes  of  light, 

The  summer's  flaming  days  ; 
The  sun,  thine  image  bright, 
Thy  majesty  displays ; 
And  oft  thy  voice 
In  thunder  rolls  ; 
But  still  our  souls 
In  thee  rejoice. 

4  In  autumn,  a  rich  feast 

Thy  common  bounty  gives 
To  man,  and  bird,  and  beast, 
And  every  thing  that  lives. 
Thy  liberal  care, 
At  morn  and  noon, 
And  harvest  moon, 
Our  lips  declare. 

10  109 


WORKS   AND    PROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 

5  In  winter,  awful  thou  ! 

With  storms  around  thee  cast ; 
The  leafless  forests  bow 
Beneath  thy  northern  blast. 
While  tempests  lower, 
To  thee,  dread  King, 
We  homage  bring, 
And  own  thy  power. 

154.  L.  M.  Sterling. 

All  for  Good. 

1  Great  God,  'mid  boundless  time  and  space, 

O,  grant  us  still  in  thee  to  dwell, 
And  through  thy  ceasless  web  to  trace 
Thy  presence  working  all  things  well ! 

2  Nor  let  thou  life's  delightful  play 

Thy  truth's  transcendent  vision  hide  ; 
Nor  strength  and  gladness  lead  astray 
From  thee,  our  nature's  only  guide. 

3  Bestow  on  every  joyous  thrill 

This  deeper  tone  of  reverent  awe  ; 
Make  pure  thy  children's  erring  will, 
And  teach  their  hearts  to  love  thy  law  ! 

155.  7  s.  M. 

Divine  Protection. 

I  They  who  on  the  Lord  rely 

Safely  dwell,  though  danger  's  nigh  ; 
Lo,  his  sheltering  wings  are  spread 
O'er  each  faithful  servant's  head, 
no 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 

2  Vain  temptation's  wily  snare  : 
They  shall  be  the  Father's  care  ; 
Harmless  flies  the  shaft  by  day, 
Or  in  darkness  wings  its  way. 

3  When  they  wake,  or  when  they  sleep, 
Angel  guards  their  vigils  keep  ; 
Death  and  danger  may  be  near, 
Faith  and  love  can  never  fear. 


156.  C  M.  Watts. 

The  Changing  Seasons. 

1  With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

Address  the  Lord  on  high ; 
Over  the  heavens  he  spreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessings  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  ; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wintry  days  appear. 

4  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

5  He  sends  his  word  and  melts  the  snow ; 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
in 


WORKS   AND   PROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 

He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 

6  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  word  ; 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
Praise  ye  the  Sovereign  Lord  ! 

J57 ,  L.  M.         Enfield's  Select. 

The  Goodness  of  God  in  the  Seasons. 

1  Great  God !  at  whose  all-powerful  call 

At  first  arose  this  beauteous  frame, 
By  thee  the  seasons  change,  and  all 
The  changing  seasons  speak  thy  name. 

2  Thy  bounty  bids  the  infant  year, 

From  winter  storms  recovered,  rise  ; 
When  thousand  grateful  scenes  appear, 
Fresh  opening  to  our  wondering  eyes. 

3  O,  how  delightful  't  is  to  see 

The  earth  in  vernal  beauty  dressed ! 
While  in  each  herb,  and  flower,  and  tree, 
Thy  bright  perfections  shine  confessed  ! 

4  Indulgent  God !  from  every  part 

Thy  plenteous  blessings  largely  flow ; 
We  see,  —  we  taste  ;  —  let  every  heart 
With  grateful  love  and  duty  glow. 

X58.  P.M.  C.T.Brooks. 

Song  for  all  Seasons. 

1  Spring  is  abroad  on  the  new-born  earth, 
With  a  smile  of  joy,  and  a  song  of  mirth ; 

112 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 

And  it  sparkles  and  rings  in  the  morning  air  :  — 
"  God's  world,  —  how  fair  !  " 

2  And  summer  comes,  with  her  crown  of  grace, 
And  a  glow  of  beauty  is  on  her  face, 

And  a  whisper  of  bliss  in  the  noontide  air  :  — 
"  God's  world,  —  how  fair  !  " 

3  And  autumn  comes  with  his  harvest  train 
Of  peace  and  plenty  on  hill  and  plain, 

And  a  hum  of  content  in  the  afternoon  air  :  — 
"  God's  world,  —  how  fair  !  " 

4  And  winter  comes  in  his  robes  of  white, 

And  the  moon  sends  down  from  her  throne  of 

light 
-A  silvery  sound  on  the  midnight  air  :  — 
"  God's  world,  —  how  fair  !  " 


159,  8,  6,  &  7  s.  in. 

Spring. 

1  The  pleasant  spring  has  come  again  ; 

Its  voice  is  in  the  trees ; 
It  smiles  from  every  sunny  glen  ; 

It  whispers  in  the  breeze  : 
The  pretty  flowers  are  springing  ; 

The  gushing  founts  are  free  ; 
The  meny  birds  are  singing  ; 

And  all  rejoice  with  me. 

2  The  pleasant  spring  has  come  again  : 

O,  be  my  heart  renewed  ! 
Nor  cold  as  winter  still  remain, 
But  glow  with  gratitude 


WORKS    AND   PROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 

To  the  kind  and  gracious  Power 
Whose  love  I  feel  and  see,  — 

In  whose  sight  the  choicest  flower 
The  child's  pure  heart  will  be  ! 


160.  7&6s.M. 

Spring. 

1  There  cometh  o'er  the  spirit, 

With  each  returning  year, 
The  thought  that  thou,  the  Father, 

Art  ever  to  us  near  ; 
With  hope  of  life  dispelling 

The  death  that  winter  brought, 
And  flowers  and  fruits  foretelling, 

With  fragrant  beauty  fraught. 

2  'T  is  this  which  calls  thy  children 

In  sweet  accord  to  raise, 
Beneath  thy  blue-domed  temple, 

One  general  hymn  of  praise 
To  thee,  the  ever-living, 

The  universal  King, 
Who  never  ceasest  giving 

Each  good  and  perfect  thing. 

3  The  streamlet  from  the  mountain, 

It  speaketh,  Lord,  of  thee, 
As  from  its  snow-capped  fountain 

It  rushes  to  the  sea  ; 
The  gentle  dew  descending, 

And  cloud's  refreshing  shower, 
O  God,  our  Heavenly  Father, 

All,  all  proclaim  thy  power. 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 


161.  7  s.  M. 

The  God  of  Spring. 

1  Praise  and  thanks  and  cheerful  love 

Rise  from  every  thing  below, 
To  the  mighty  One  above, 

Who  his  wondrous  love  doth  show  : 
Praise  him,  each  created  thing  !  — 
God,  your  Father  !  God  of  spring  ! 

2  Praise  him,  trees  so  lately  bare  ! 

Praise  him,  fresh  and  new-born  flowers  ! 
All  ye  creatures  of  the  air, 

All  ye  soft-descending  showers, 
Praise,  with  each  awakening  thing, 
Praise  your  Maker,  —  God  of  spring  ! 

3  Praise  him,  man  !  —  thy  fitful  heart 

Let  this  balmy  season  move 
To  employ  its  noblest  part, 

Softest  mercy,  sweetest  love, — 
Blessing,  with  each  living  thing, 
God  the  bounteous,  —  God  of  spring  ! 


162,  8  &  7  s.  M.  Mrs.  Follen. 

Early  Spring-time. 

1  Hark  !  the  little  birds  are  singing  : 

Winter's  gone,  and  summer  's  near  : 
See,  the  tender  grass  is  springing, 
And  the  flowers  will  soon  be  here. 

2  Who  made  the  winter  and  the  spring  ? 

Who  painted  all  the  flowers  ? 

115 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 

Who  taught  the  little  birds  to  sing, 
And  made  these  hearts  of  ours : 

3  O,  't  is  God  !  how  good  he  is  ! 
He  does  every  blessing  give  : 
All  this  happy  world  is  his  : 
Let  us  love  him  while  we  live. 


163.  7  <fc  6  s.  M.  Miss  Simks. 

Summer. 

1  'T  is  summer,  glorious  summer ! 

Look  to  the  glad  green  earth, 
How  from  her  grateful  bosom, 

The  herb  and  flower  spring  forth  ;  — 
These  are  her  rich  thanksgivings, 

The  incense  floats  above  ! 
Father  !  what  may  we  offer  ? 

Thy  chosen  flower  is  love  ! 

2  'T  is  summer,  blessed  summer  ! 

The  lofty  hills  are  bright ; 
All  nature's  fountains  sparkle,  — 

Shall  ours  have  lesser  light  ? 
No !  bid  each  spirit  praise  him, 

Who  hangs  on  every  tree 
A  thousand  living  lyres, 

Awaking  harmony  ! 

3  'T  is  summer  in  our  bosoms, 

When  youthful  snares  we  fly, 
And  strength  and  peace  are  given 

By  angel  ministry. 
'T  is  summer  in  yon  heaven, 

Where,  teachers,  ye  shall  know, 

116 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE    OF   GOD. 

While  time  shall  last,  the  blessedness 
Wrought  by  your  love  below. 

164.  C.  M.  J.  Richardson. 
The  Hymn  of  Summer. 

1  How  glad  the  tone  when  summer's  sun 

Wreathes  the  gay  world  with  flowers, 
And  trees  bend  down  with  golden  fruit, 
And  birds  are  in  their  bowers  ! 

2  The  morn  sends  silent  music  down 

Upon  each  earthly  thing  ; 
And  always  since  creation's  dawn 
The  stars  together  sing. 

3  Shall  man  remain  in  silence,  then, 

While  all  beneath  the  skies 
The  chorus  joins  ?     No,  let  us  sing, 
And  while  our  voices  rise, 

4  0,  let  our  lives,  great  God,  breathe  forth 

A  constant  melody, 
And  every  action  be  a  tone 
In  that  sweet  hymn  to  thee ! 

165.  c.  p.  m. 

Summer. 

1  Go  forth,  my  heart,  and  seek  the  bliss 
Of  such  a  summer  day  as  this, 
Bestowed  on  all  by  heaven  : 
The  beauties  of  the  garden  see, 
Behold  !  it  is  for  thee  and  me 
Its  glories  all  are  given. 

117 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE    OF  GOD. 

2  The  trees  with  whispering  leaves  are  dressed, 
The  earth  upon  her  dusky  breast 

Her  robe  of  green  is  wearing ; 
The  flowers  are  blooming  far  and  wide, 
Not  Solomon  in  all  his  pride 

With  them  would  bear  comparing. 

3  The  never  idle  troops  of  bees 

Fly  here  and  there,  and  where  they  please 

Their  honey  food  are  quaffing  ; 
The  sap  is  running  up  the  vine, 
Round  the  old  elm  its  tendrils  twine, 
And  in  the"  sun  are  laughing. 

4  And  can  I,  may  I,  silent  be  ? 
When  all  God's  glorious  works  I  see, 

My  soul  desires  to  know  him. 
When  all  are  singing,  I  must  sing, 
And  to  the  Highest  I  must  bring 

The  tribute  which  I  owe  him. 

5  Are  all  things  here  so  bright  and  fair, 
And  has  He  with  a  loving  care 

My  happy  being  given  ? 
What,  in  that  glorious  world  above, 
Where  all  is  beauty,  all  is  love,  — 

What  shall  I  be  in  heaven  ? 

166#  L.  M.  L.   H.  SlGOURNEY. 

Harvest. 

1  God  of  the  year !  with  songs  of  praise 
And  hearts  of  love,  we  come  to  bless 
Thy  bounteous  hand,  for  thou  hast  shed 
Thy  manna  o'er  our  wilderness. 

113 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE   OF    GOD. 

\n  early  spring-time  thou  didst  fling 
O'er  earth  its  robe  of  blossoming  ; 
And  its  sweet  treasures,  day  by  day, 
Rose  quickening  in  thy  blessed  ray. 

God  of  the  seasons !  thou  hast  blest 

The  land  with  sunlight  and  with  showers, 
And  plenty  o'er  its  bosom  smiles, 

To  crown  the  sweet  autumnal  hours. 
Praise,  —  praise  to  thee !     Our  hearts  expand 
To  view  these  blessings  of  thy  hand, 
And  on  the  incense-breath  of  love 
Ascend  to  their  bright  home  above. 


167.  C.  M.     Christian  Psalmist. 

Thanks  for  Harvest. 

1  Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  love  ! 

How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
The  rolling  seasons,  as  they  move, 
Proclaim  thy  constant  care. 

2  When  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth 

The  sower  hid  the  grain, 
Thy  goodness  marked  its  secret  birth, 
And  sent  the  early  rain. 

3  The  spring's  sweet  influence,  Lord,  was  thine 

The  plants  in  beauty  grew  : 
Thou  gav'st  refulgent  suns  to  shine, 
And  mild,  refreshing  dew. 

4  These  various  mercies  from  above 

Matured  the  swelling  grain  ; 

119 


WORKS    AND    PROVIDENCE    OF    GOD. 

A  kindly  harvest  crowns  thy  love, 
And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 

5  We  own  and  bless  thy  gracious  sway  ; 
Thy  hand  all  nature  hails  ; 
Seed-time  nor  harvest,  night  nor  day, 
Summer  nor  winter,  fails. 

168.  7,6,  &8s.  M. 

Winter. 

1  How  deep  a  sleep  hath  bound  thee ! 
A  snowy  shroud  is  round  thee, 

O  Earth,  our  mother  fair  ! 
Where  now  are  spring's  gay  flowers, 
And  summer's  golden  hours, 
And  those  green  robes  thou  once  didst  wear  ? 

2  How  tranquil  are  thy  slumbers  ! 
No  shepherd's  tuneful  numbers 

By  vale  or  stream  resound, 
Sweet  summer-songs  are  over  ; 
The  swallow  —  joyous  rover  — 
In  all  our  fields  no  more  is  found. 

3  A  Father's  hand  hath  dressed  thee 
In  wintry  robes  ;  so  rest  thee 

Beneath  his  watchful  sight : 
Thy  wintry  slumbers  breaking, 
We  soon  shall  see  thee  waking 
In  radiant  robes  of  lovely  light. 


120 


VII.     EARLY   GOODNESS 


169#  CM.  Jones  Vert. 

As  ye  sow,  so  shall  ye  reap. 

1  The  bud  will  soon  become  a  flower, 

The  flower  become  a  seed  ; 
Then  seize,  O  youth,  the  present  hour,  — 
Of  that  thou  hast  most  need. 

2  Do  thy  best  always,  —  do  it  now, 

For  in  the  present  time,. 
As  in  the  furrows  of  a  plough, 
Fall  seeds  of  good  or  crime. 

3  The  sun  and  rain  will  ripen  fast 

Each  seed  that  thou  hast  sown  ; 
And  every  act  and  word  at  last 
By  its  own  fruit  be  known. 

4  And  soon  the  harvest  of  thy  toil 

Rejoicing  thou  shalt  reap  ; 

Or  o'er  thy  wild,  neglected  soil 

Go  forth  in  shame  to  weep. 

170.  c  m. 

Turn  to  thy  Maker. 

1  Turn  to  thy  Maker,  child  of  earth, 
While  life  is  in  its  spring ; 


EARLY  GOODNESS. 

Turn  to  thy  Maker,  while  thine  heart 

Can  purest  tribute  bring  ! 
Thine  eye  with  youthful  hope  is  bright : 

O,  lift  its  light  to  heaven, 
Ere  thou  hast  tears  to  dim  its  glance 

For  sins  not  yet  forgiven  ! 

2  Turn  to  thy  Maker,  child  of  joy, 

For  though  thy  path  be  fair, 
Full  fast  upon  thy  footstep  treads 

The  iron  heel  of  care. 
The  gorgeous  visions  of  thy  breast 

Shall  pass,  returning  never, 
For  they  are  like  the  meteor-fires, 

That  flash  and  fade  for  ever ! 


171.  CM.  Gibbons. 

"Remember  thy  Creator.  " 

1  In  the  soft  season  of  thy  youth, 

In  nature's  smiling  bloom, 
Ere  age  arrive,  and  trembling  wait 
Its  summons  to  the  tomb,  — 

2  Remember  thy  Creator,  God  ; 

For  him  thy  powers  employ  ; 
Make  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  hope, 
Thy  confidence,  thy  joy. 

3  He  shall  defend  and  guide  thy  course 

Through  life's  uncertain  sea, 
Till  thou  art  landed  on  the  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

122 


EARLY   GOODNESS. 


172,  CM.  Briggs's  Coll. 

"  Remember  thy  Creator." 

1  Ye  joyous  ones  !  upon  whose  brow 

The  light  of  youth  is  shed, 
O'er  whose  glad  path  life's  early  flowers 

In  glowing  beauty  spread  ; 
Forget  not  Him  whose  love  hath  poured 

Around  that  golden  light, 
And  tinged  those  opening  buds  of  hope 

With  hues  so  softly  bright. 

2  Thou  tempted  one  !  just  entering 

Upon  enchanted  ground, 
Ten  thousand  snares  are  spread  for  thee, 

Ten  thousand  foes  surround  : 
A  dark  and  a  deceitful  band, 

Upon  thy  path  they  lower ; 
Trust  not  thine  own  unaided  strength 

To  save  thee  from  their  power. 

3  Thou  whose  yet  bright  and  joyous  eye 

May  soon  be  dimmed  with  tears, 
To  whom  the  hours  of  bitterness 

Must  come  in  coming  years  ; 
Teach  early  thy  confiding  eye 

To  pierce  the  cloudy  screen, 
To  look  above  the  storms  of  life, 

Eternally  serene. 

173.  C.  M.  Logan. 

Heavenly  Wisdom. 

1  O,  happy  is  the  man  who  hears 
Instruction's  warning  voice, 

123 


EARLY  GOODNESS. 

And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice. 

2  Wisdom  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  unfold  ; 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 
Than  is  the  gain  of  gold. 

3  In  her  right  hand  she  holds  to  view 

A  length  of  happy  years  ; 
And  in  her  left  the  prize  of  fame 
And  honor  bright  appears. 

4  She  guides  the  young,  with  innocence, 

In  pleasure's  path  to  tread  ; 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  hoary  head. 

5  According  as  her  labors  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 


174#  C.  M.  Heber. 

Early  Religion. 

1  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

How  fair  the  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo  !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod, 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

124 


EARLY  GOODNESS. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose,  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  0  Thou  who  givest  life  and  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 

175.  Ii.  M.  61.  E.Taylor. 

"  Remember  thy  Creator." 

1  Truly  the  light  of  morn  is  sweet, 

And  sweet  it  is  to  see  the  sun  ; 
But  cheerful  though  the  hours  may  fleet, 

And  years  pass  gayly,  one  by  one, 
O,  blot  not,  reckless,  from  thy  mind 
The  thought  of  darker  days  behind. 

2  Rejoice,  O  child  of  mortal  birth  ! 

In  all  the  pride  of  youth  rejoice  ; 
And  let  the  beauteous  things  of  earth 

Allure  thine  eye,  invite  thy  choice  ; 
Yet  know,  for  blessings  freely  given, 
Thine  is  a  large  account  with  Heaven. 

3  And,  O,  remember,  ere  the  day, 

The  evil  day,  of  grief  shall  come, 
When  all  the  joy  is  passed  away, 

And  naught  is  left  but  gathering  gloom,  - 

11  *  125 


EARLY  GOODNESS. 

Remember,  ere  thy  pleasures  pall, 
Him  first,  and  last,  who  gave  them  all. 

176.  L.  M.  Heber. 

"  Why  stand  ye  idle  here  ?  " 

The  God  of  glory  walks  his  round, 
From  day  to  day,  from  year  to  year, 

And  warns  us  each,  with  awful  sound, 
"  No  longer  stand  ye  idle  here  ! 

"  Ye  whose  young  cheeks  are  rosy-bright, 
Whose  hands  are  strong,  whose  hearts  are 
clear, 

Waste  not  of  hope  the  morning  light ! 
Ah,  fools  !  why  stand  ye  idle  here  ? 

"  O,  if  the  griefs  ye  would  assuage, 
That  wait  on  life's  declining  year, 

Secure  a  blessing  for  your  age, 

And  work  your  Master's  business  here  !  " 

177,  7  &  6s.  M.  S.  F.  Smith. 

"Remember  thy  Creator." 

1  "  Remember  thy  Creator," 

While  youth's  fair  spring  is  bright, 
Before  thy  cares  are  greater, 

Before  comes  age's  night ; 
While  yet  the  sun  shines  o'er  thee, 

While  stars  the  darkness  cheer, 
While  life  is  all  before  thee, 

Thy  great  Creator  fear. 

2  "  Remember  thy  Creator," 

Ere  life  resigns  its  trust, 


EARLY  GOODNESS. 

Ere  sinks  dissolving  nature, 

And  dust  returns  to  dust ; 
Before  with  God,  who  gave  it, 

The  spirit  shall  appear  : 
He  cries,  who  died  to  save  it, 

"  Thy  great  Creator  fear." 

178.  C  M.  Watts. 

Early  Piety. 

1  When  we  devote  our  youth  to  God, 

'T  is  pleasing  in  his  eyes  ; 
A  flower,  when  offered  in  the  bud, 
Is  no  vain  sacrifice. 

2  'T  is  easier  work,  if  we  begin 

To  fear  the  Lord  betimes  ; 
While  sinners,  who  grow  old  in  sin, 
Are  hardened  in  their  crimes. 

3  'T  will  save  us  from  a  thousand  snares 

To  mind  religion  young  ; 
Grace  will  preserve  our  growing  years, 
And  make  our  virtue  strong. 

4  To  thee,  almighty  God  !  to  thee 

Our  childhood  we  resign  : 
'T  will  please  us  to  look  back  and  see 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 

179.  8  s.  M. 

Diligence. 

In  childhood,  the  spring-time  of  life, 
The  seeds  of  pure  goodness  we  '11  sow ; 

127 


EARLY  GOODNESS. 

Then,  fast  as  our  years  shall  increase, 
In  knowledge  and  virtue  we  '11  grow  : 

To  do  all  the  good  in  our  power 
Shall  be  every  minute's  employ  ; 

And  then,  when  our  seasons  are  o'er, 
We  '11  reap  a  rich  harvest  of  joy. 

180.  c.  M. 

1  O,  in  the  morn  of  life,  when  youth 

With  vital  ardor  glows, 
And  shines  in  all  the  fairest  charms 
That  beauty  can  disclose  ; 

2  Deep  in  thy  soul,  before  its  powers 

Are  yet  by  vice  enslaved, 

Be  thy  Creator's  glorious  name 

And  character  engraved  ; 

3  Ere  yet  the  shades  of  sorrow  cloud 

The  sunshine  of  thy  days  ; 
And  cares  and  toils,  an  endless  round, 
Encompass  all  thy  ways  ! 

4  True  wisdom,  early  sought  and  gained, 

In  age  will  give  thee  rest ; 
O,  then,  improve  the  morn  of  life, 
To  make  its  evening  blest ! 

181.  L.  M.  6  1. 

1  From  Him,  who  is  thy  guard,  thy  shield, 
Turn  not  thy  youthful  heart  away,  — 
His  favor  he  will  freely  yield,  — 
Then  for  his  mercy  ever  pray. 


EARLY    GOODNESS. 

O,  put  thy  trust  in  Him,  be  blest, 
And  on  his  love  in  safety  rest ! 

2  His  love  will  be  a  shining  light, 

A  light  that  shall  endure  for  aye, 
A  guide  to  thee  in  sorrow's  night, 

A  sunbeam  in  thy  brightest  day  : 
Then  let  thy  prayers  and  praise  arise 
To  Him  who  eveiy  want  supplies. 

3  And  in  the  sunshine  and  the  shade 

Of  life,  O,  ever  turn  to  Him 
Who  all  things  bright  and  good  hath  made. 

Whose  eye  of  love  is  never  dim ! 
Trust,  trust  in  Him,  and  never  fear,  — 
A  Father  kind  is  ever  near. 

182.  c  m. 

1  Now  that  our  journey  's  just  begun, 

Our  road  so  little  trod, 
We  '11  come,  before  we  farther  run, 
And  give  ourselves  to  God. 

2  What  sorrows  may  our  steps  attend 

We  never  can  foretell ; 
But,  since  we  know  God  is  our  friend, 
We  feel  that  all  is  well. 

3  If  all  our  earthly  friends  should  die, 

And  leave  us  mourning  here, 
Since  God  will  hear  the  orphan's  cry, 
O,  what  have  we  to  fear  ? 

4  Father  !  whatever  grief  or  ill 

For  us  may  be  in  store, 

129 


EARLY   GOODNESS. 

Make  us  submissive  to  thy  will, 
And  we  will  ask  no  more. 

183.  TS.M. 

1  Young  and  happy  while  thou  art, 

Not  a  furrow  on  thy  brow, 
Not  a  sorrow  in  thy  heart, 

Seek  the  Lord,  thy  Maker,  now. 

2  In  its  freshness  bring  the  flower, 

While  the  dew  upon  it  lies, 
In  the  cool  and  cloudless  hour 
Of  the  morning  sacrifice. 

3  As  the  first-fruits  of  the  year 

Should  be  offered  to  the  Lord, 
So  the  first-fruits  of  the  heart 
On  his  altar  should  be  poured. 

4  Thus  the  blessing  from  above 

On  life's  harvest  shall  be  given ; 
Sown  in  tears,  perhaps,  on  earth, 
Reaped  in  joyfulness  in  heaven. 


130 


VIII.    INWARD  AND   OUTWARD  LIFE. 


1S4.  p.m. 

Love. 

Surely  love  is  a  blessed  emotion, 

That  seeks  every  heart  for  its  throne, 
There  to  reign  in  the  deepest  devotion 

To  the  most  sacred  joys  that  are  known. 
Then  love  while  thy  spirit  is  sighing 

For  the  beautiful,  holy,  and  true, 
And  believe,  whether  living  or  dying, 

In  its  power  to  save  and  subdue. 

Love  thy  friend,  love  thy  foe,  and  thy  neighbour, 

The  suffering,  poor,  and  distressed, 
And  ever  be  willing  to  labor 

For  the  good  of  thy  brother  oppressed. 
In  love  to  thy  Father  in  heaven, 

Whose  love  to  thee,  ceaseless,  flows  on, 
Let  thy  soul's  highest  powers  be  given, 

And  pray  that  his  will  may  be  done. 

185.  p.m. 

Trust  in  Man. 

1  Have  faith  in  man,  thy  brother, 
Thy  Heavenly  Father's  child  ! 
And  in  thy  judgment  of  his  heart 
Be  merciful  and  mild, 

131 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

As  thou  wouldst  have  him  in  thy  sins 

Be  merciful  to  thee. 
O,  trust  in  man,  thy  brother, 

Whoever  he  may  be. 

2  Have  faith  in  man,  thy  brother, 

Though  lowly  be  his  lot ! 
For  by  the  mighty  God  in  heaven 

He  never  is  forgot. 
O,  then,  like  God,  be  good  to  all, 

As  God  is  good  to  thee  ; 
And  trust  in  man,  thy  brother, 

Whoever  he  may  be. 

3  Have  faith  in  man,  thy  brother ! 

O,  let  not  cold  distrust 
Nor  foul  suspicion  come  between 

Thee  and  thy  kindred  dust ;  — 
It  will  not  make  his  heart  more  kind, 

It  will  not  better  thee. 
Then  trust  in  man,  thy  brother, 

Whoever  he  may  be. 

4  Have  faith  in  man,  thy  brother  ! 

O,  still  to  him  be  kind, 
Though  malice  move  his  bitter  tongue, 

And  fire  his  cruel  mind. 
'T  will  harm  thy  soul  to  injure  him, 

Although  he  injures  thee. 
Then  trust  in  man,  thy  brother, 

Whoever  he  may  be. 

5  Have  faith  in  man,  thy  brother ! 

'T  will  warm  the  coldest  breast, 

And  melt  to  love  the  hardest  heart, 

By  doubt  and  guilt  oppressed  ; 

132 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

'T  will  kindle  in  the  vilest  soul 

Some  spark  of  purity  :  — 
Then  trust  in  man,  thy  brother, 

Whoever  he  may  be. 

186.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Watchfulness. 

1  I  want  a  principle  within 

Of  jealous,  godly  fear ; 
A  sensibility  of  sin, 
A  pain  to  find  it  near. 

2  I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel 

Of  pride,  or  fond  desire  ; 
To  catch  the  wandering  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

3  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

O  God  !  my  conscience  make  ; 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 

187.  7  s.  M. 

Christian  Love. 

1  Father  !  we  look  up  to  thee  ; 
Let  us  in  thy  love  agree  ; 
Thou,  who  art  the  God  of  peace, 
Bid  contention  ever  cease. 

2  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Self-forgetful,  true,  and  kind  ; 
Strong,  yet  meek  in  thought  and  word, 
Like  thy  Son,  our  blessed  Lord. 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

3  Let  us  for  each  other  care, 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear  ; 
Ready,  when  reviled,  to  bless  ; 
Studious  of  the  law  of  peace. 

4  Father  !  all  our  souls  inspire  ; 
Fill  us  with  love's  sacred  fire  ; 
Guided  by  that  blessed  light, 
Order  all  our  steps  aright. 

5  Free  from  anger,  free  from  pride, 
Let  us  thus  in  thee  abide  ; 

All  the  depths  of  love  express,  — 
All  the  heights  of  holiness. 

188.  7  s.  M.  C.Wesley. 
Brotherly  Love. 

1  Lord  !  subdue  our  selfish  will ; 

Each  to  each  our  tempers  suit, 
Be  thy  modulating  skill, 

Heart  to  heart,  as  lute  to  lute. 

2  Sweetly  on  our  spirits  move  ; 

Gently  touch  the  trembling  strings  ; 
Make  the  harmony  of  love 
Music  for  the  King  of  kings  ! 

189.  L  M. 

Our  Portion  in  Life  appointed  by  God. 

1  Throtjgh  all  the  various  shifting  scene 
Of  life's  mistaken  ill  or  good, 
Thy  hand,  O  God,  conducts,  unseen, 
The  beautiful  vicissitude. 


INWARD   AND     OUTWARD    LIFE. 

2  Thou  givest  with  paternal  care, 

Howe'er  unjustly  we  complain, 
To  all  their  necessary  share 

Of  joy  and  sorrow,  health  and  pain. 

3  All  things  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 

On  thy  eternal  will  depend  ; 
And  all  for  greater  good  were  given, 
Would  man  pursue  the  appointed  end. 

4  Be  this  my  care,  —  to  all  beside 

Indifferent  let  my  wishes  be  ; 
Passion  be  calm,  subdued  be  pride, 

And  fixed  my  soul,  great  God  !  on  thee. 


190,  Li.  M.  Mrs.  Follen. 

Self-Examination.    Evening. 

1  Before  I  close  my  eyes  to-night, 

Let  me  myself  these  questions  ask,  — 
Have  I  endeavoured  to  do  right, 
Nor  thought  my  duty  was  a  task  ? 

2  Have  I  been  gentle,  lowly,  meek, 

And  the.  small  voice  of  conscience  heard  ? 
When  passion  tempted  me  to  speak, 
Have  I  repressed  the  angry  word  ? 

3  Have  I  with  cheerful  zeal  obeyed 

What  my  kind  parents  bid  me  do ; 
And  not  by  word  or  action  said 

The  thing  that  was  not  strictly  true  ? 

4  In  hard  temptation's  troubled  hour, 

Then  have  I  stopped  to  think  and  pray, 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

That  God  would  give  my  soul  the  power 
To  chase  the  sinful  thought  away  ? 

0  Thou,  who  seest  all  my  heart, 
Wilt  thou  forgive  and  love  me  still ! 

Wilt  thou  to  me  new  strength  impart, 
And  make  me  love  to  do  thy  will ! 

191.  9&4s.  M.  Bo  wring. 

The  Spirit  giveth  Life. 

1  'T  is  not  the  gift,  but 't  is  the  spirit 

With  which  't  is  given, 
That  on  the  gift  confers  a  merit, 
As  seen  by  Heaven. 

2  'T  is  not  the  prayer,  however  boldly 

It  strikes  the  ear ; 
It  mounts  in  vain,  it  falls  but  coldly, 
If  not  sincere. 

3  'T  is  not  the  deeds  the  loudest  lauded 

That  brightest  shine ; 
There  's  many  a  virtue  unapplauded, 
And  yet  divine. 

4  'T  is  not  the  word  that  sounds  the  sweetest 

That 's  soonest  heard  ; 
A  sigh,  when  humbled  thou  retreatest, 
May  be  preferred. 

5  The  outward  show  may  be  delusive,  — 

A  cheating  name ; 

The  inner  spirit  is  conclusive 

Of  worth  or  shame. 

136 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 


192.  L.  M.  Sarah  A.  Adams 

Thy  Will  be  done ! 

1  He  sendeth  sun,  he  sendeth  shower ; 
Alike  they  're  needful  for  the  flower ; 
And  joys  and  tears  alike  are  sent 

To  give  the  soul  fit  nourishment : 
As  comes  to  me  or  cloud  or  sun, 
Father,  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  ! 

2  Can  loving  children  e'er  reprove 

With  murmurs  whom  they  trust  and  love  ? 

Creator  !  I  would  ever  be 

A  trusting,  loving  child  to  thee  : 

As  comes  to  me  or  cloud  or  sun, 

Father,  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  ! 

3  O,  ne'er  will  I  at  life  repine  ! 
Enough  that  Thou  hast  made  it  mine. 
When  falls  the  shadow  cold  of  death, 
I  yet  will  sing,  with  parting  breath, 
As  comes  to  me  or  shade  or  sun, 
Father,  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  ! 

193.  S.  M.  Mason. 
Blessedness  of  the  Pure  in  Heart. 

1  Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
For  they  shall  see  our  God ; 

The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs ; 
Their  soul  is  his  abode. 

2  Still  to  the  lowly  soul 
He  doth  himself  impart, 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

And  for  his  temple  and  his  throne 
Selects  the  pure  in  heart. 

194.  L   M.  Dyer. 

All  Things  work  for  Good. 

1  We  all,  O  Father,  all  are  thine  ; 

All  feel  thy  providential  care  ; 
And,  through  each  varying  scene  of  life, 
Alike  thy  constant  love  we  share. 

2  And  whether  grief  oppress  the  heart ; 

Or  whether  joy  elate  the  breast ; 
Or  life  still  keep  its  little  course ; 
Or  death  invite  the  heart  to  rest ;  — 

3  All  are  thy  messengers,  and  all 

Thy  sacred  pleasure,  Lord,  obey  ; 
And  all  are  training  man  to  dwell 
Nearer  to  heaven,  and  nearer  thee. 

J95#  CM.  Doddridge  varied. 

Zeal  and  Vigor  in  the  Christian  Race. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on  : 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  : 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'T  is  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

'T  is  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye  j  — 

4  That  prize,  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs'  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. ' 

5  My  soul,  with  all  thy  wakened  powers 

Survey  the  immortal  prize  ; 
Nor  let  the  glittering  toys  of  earth 
Allure  thy  wandering  eyes. 

196.  L.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

The  Good  Resolution. 

1  May  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart, 

With  all  my  powers,  to  serve  the  Lord, 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

2  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determined  choice, 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 

3  0,  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor,  wandering,  leave  his  sacred  ways ! 
Great  God,  accept  my  souPs  desire, 

And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 

197.  L.  M.  Doddridge. 
Choice  of  the  Better  Part. 

1  Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand  ; 

139 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

Saviour  divine,  diffuse  thy  light, 
To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

2  Engage  this  roving,  treacherous  heart 
To  fix  on  Mary's  better  part, 

To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 
For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise, 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies, 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 
But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 


198.  C  M.  Watts. 

Sincerity. 

1  God  is  a  Spirit  just  and  wise  ; 

He  sees  our  inmost  mind  ; 
In  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  souls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honor  can  appear  ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground  ; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 

And  make  my  soul  sincere  ; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 


INWARD    AND     OUTWARD    LIFE. 

199.  S   M.  J.Scott. 

Meekness  and  Candor. 

1  O,  may  we  still  maintain 
A  meek,  inquiring  mind  ; 

Assured  we  shall  not  search  in  vain, 
But  hidden  treasures  find. 

2  With  understanding  blest, 
Created  to  be  free, 

Our  faith  on  man  we  dare  not  rest, 
Subject  to  none  but  thee. 

3  Lord,  give  the  light  we  need  ; 
With  soundest  knowledge  fill  ; 

From  noxious  error  guard  our  creed, 
From  prejudice  our  will. 

4  The  truth  thou  shalt  impart 
May  we  with  firmness  own  ; 

Abhorring  each  evasive  art, 
And  fearing  thee  alone. 

200.  C.  P.  M.  Rev.  H.  Moore. 

Unfading  Beauty. 

1  All  earthly  charms,  however  dear, 
Howe'er  they  please  the  eye  or  ear, 

Will  quickly  fade  and  fly ; 
Of  earthly  glory  faint  the  blaze, 
And  soon  the  transitory  rays 

In  endless  darkness  die. 

2  The  nobler  beauties  of  the  just 
Shall  never  moulder  in  the  dust, 

Or  know  a  sad  decay  ; 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

Their  honors  time  and  death  defy, 
And  round  the  throne  of  heaven  on  high 
Beam  everlasting  day. 


201.  C..M.  Smart. 

Heavenly  Wisdom  implored  through  the  Perils  of  Life. 

1  Father  of  light !  conduct  my  feet 

Through  life's  dark,  dangerous  road ; 
Let  each  advancing  step  still  bring 
Me  nearer  to  my  God. 

2  Let  heaven-eyed  prudence  be  my  guide, 

And,  when  I  go  astray, 
Recall  my  feet  from  folly's  path 
To  wisdom's  better  way. 

3  Teach  me  in  every  various  scene 

To  keep  my  end  in  sight ; 
And,  while  I  tread  life's  mazy  track, 
Let  wisdom  guide  me  right. 

4  That  heavenly  wisdom  from  above 

Abundantly  impart ; 
And  let  it  guard,  and  guide,  and  warm 
And  penetrate  my  heart ; 

5  Till  it  shall  lead  me  to  thyself, 

Fountain  of  bliss  and  love  ! 
And  all  my  darkness  be  dispersed 
In  endless  light  above. 

142 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

202.  C.  P.  M.  Wesley's  Col. 

True  Wisdom. 

1  Be  it  my  only  wisdom  here 

To  serve  the  Lord  with  filial  fear, 

With  loving  gratitude  ; 
Superior  sense  may  I  display 
By  shunning  every  evil  way, 

And  walking  in  the  good. 

2  O,  may  I  still  from  sin  depart ! 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart, 

Father,  to  me  be  given  ! 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  know 
To  glorify  my  God  below, 

And  find  my  way  to  heaven. 


203.  C.  M.  Swai.v. 

Brotherly  Love. 

1  How  sweet,  how  heavenly,  is  the  sight, 

When  those  that  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  thus  fulfil  his  word  !  — 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart !  — 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love  ! 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

4  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 
The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he  's  an  heir  of  heaven  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

204.  C.  M.  Mrs.  Follen. 

Resignation. 

1  How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  prav 

To  God,  the  Holy  One, 
With  filial  love  and  trust  to  say, 
"OGod,  thy  will  be  done!" 

2  We  in  these  sacred  words  can  find 

A  cure  for  every  ill ; 
They  calm  and  soothe  the  troubled  mind, 
And  bid  all  care  be  still. 

3  0,  let  that  will,  which  gave  me  breath, 

And  an  immortal  soul, 
In  joy  or  grief,  in  life  or  death, 
My  every  wish  control. 

205,  L.  M.  J.  Scott. 

Meekness. 

1  Happy  the  meek,  whose  gentle  breast, 

Clear  as  the  summer's  evening  ray, 
Calm  as  the  regions  of  the  blest, 
Enjoys  on  earth  celestial  day. 

2  His  heart  no  broken  friendships  sting, 

No  storms  his  peaceful  tent  invade ; 
He  rests  beneath  the  Almighty's  wing, 
Hostile  to  none,  of  none  afraid. 

144 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

3  Spirit   of  grace,  all  meek  and  mild  ! 
Inspire  our  breasts,  our  souls  possess  ; 
Repel  each  passion  rude  and  wild, 
And  bless  us,  as  we  aim  to  bless. 

206.  L.  M.  Enfield. 

Humility. 

1  Wherefore  should  man,  frail  child  of  clay, 

Who,  from  the  cradle  to  the  shroud, 

Lives  but  the  insect  of  a  day, 

O,  why  should  mortal  man  be  proud  ? 

2  His  brightest  visions  just  appear, 

Then  vanish,  and  no  more  are  found  ; 
The  stateliest  pile  his  pride  can  rear, 
A  breath  may  level  with  the  ground! 

3  By  doubt  perplexed,  in  error  lost, 

With  trembling  step  he  seeks  his  way  ; 
How  vain  of  wisdom's  gift  the  boast ! 
Of  reason's  lamp  how  faint  the  ray  ! 

4  God  of  my  life  !  Father  divine  ! 

Give  me  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 
In  modest  worth,  0,  let  me  shine, 
And  peace  in  humble  virtue  find  ! 

207«  I<-  M.  J.  Scott. 

Justice. 

1  If  high  or  low  our  station  be, 
Of  noble  or  ignoble  name, 
By  uncorrupt  integrity, 

Thy  blessing,  Lord  !  we  humbly  claim. 

13  U5 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

2  The  upright  man  no  want  shall  fear  ; 

Thy  providence  shall  be  his  trust ; 
Thou  wilt  provide  his  portion  here,  _ 
Thou  friend  and  guardian  of  the  just ! 

3  May  we,  with  most  sincere  delight, 

To  all  the  debt  of  duty  pay  ; 
Tender  of  every  social  right, 
Obedient  to  thy  righteous  sway. 


208.  L  M-  Mrs-  Barbauld. 

Pious  Friendship. 

1  How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds, 
In  union  sweet,  according  minds  ! 

How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts,  whose  faith,  whose  hopes,  are  one ! 

2  To  each  the  soul  of  each  how  dear ! 
What  jealous  love  !  what  holy  fear  ! 
How  doth  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth  and  cleanse  from  sin  ! 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  woe  ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire, 
When  nature  droops  her  sickening  fire  ; 
Then  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above, 
A  heaven  of  joy,  because  of  love. 

146 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE, 


~09.  S.   M.  FROTHIHGHAM. 

Sowing  of  the  Seed. 

1  Thine,  Lord,  these  heavens  on  high, 

And  thine  this  earth  around ; 
Thy  goodness  travels  through  the  sky, 
And  blossoms  from  the  ground. 

2  Thine,  too,  the  human  soul, 

With  heights  and  breadths  unknown, 
The  rays  and  drops  at  thy  control, 
And  seed  and  sod  thine  own. 

3  But  man  must  watch  and  toil 

For  fruits  that  thrive  below,  — 
And  dress  and  keep  that  dearer  soil, 
Whence  life  or  death  shall  grow. 

4  Sow  in  our  hearts  thy  word, 

And  heavenly  influence  send  ; 
And  teach  us  all,  as  servants,  Lord, 
-  To  labor  and  depend. 

210.  L.  M.  Mrs.  Barbauld. 

The  Christian  Warfare. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eves, 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host ; 
Awake,  my  soul !  or  thou  art  lost. 

2  Here  giant  Danger  threatening  stands, 
Mustering  his  pale,  terrific  bands  ; 
There  Pleasure's  silken  banners  spread, 
And  willing  souls  are  captive  led. 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

3  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage  ; 
The  meanest  foe  of  all  the  train 

Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 

4  Thou  treadst  upon  enchanted  ground, 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round  ; 
Beware  of  all,  guard  every  part, 
But  most,  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

5  Come,  then,  my  soul,  now  learn  to  wield 
The  weight  of  thine  immortal  shield. 
Put  on  the  armour  from  above, 

Of  heavenly  truth  and  heavenly  love. 

211.  C.  P.  M.  Cotton. 

Contentment  and  Resignation. 

1  If  solid  happiness  we  prize, 
Within  our  breasts  the  jewel  lies  ;    • 

Nor  need  we  roam  abroad  : 
The  world  has  little  to  bestow  ; 
From  well-kept  hearts  our  joys  must  flow,  - 

Hearts  that  delight  in  God. 

2  Then  let  us,  with  a  grateful  mind, 
Take  what  our  Father,  ever  kind, 

Doth  graciously  bestow ; 
The  blessings  which  he  sends,  enjoy, 
And  in  his  praise  find  sweet  employ, 

From  whom  our  comforts  flow. 

3  To  be  resigned,  when  ills  betide, 
Patient,  when  favors  are  denied, 

And  pleased  with  favors  given,  — 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

This  is  the  wise,  the  virtuous  part  ; 
This  is  that  incense  of  the  heart, 
Whose  fragrance  reaches  heaven. 

212.  H.  M.  Montgomery. 
Brotherly  Love.    Psalm  133. 

1  How  beautiful  the  sight 

Of  brethren  who  agree 
In  friendship  to  unite, 

And  bonds  of  charity  ! 
'T  is  like  the  precious  ointment  shed 
O'er  all  his  robes  from  Aaron's  head. 

2  'T  is  like  the  dews  that  fill 

The  cup  of  Hermon's  flowers ; 
Or  Zion's  fruitful  hill, 

Bright  with  the  drops  of  showers  ; 
When  mingling  odors  breathe  around, 
And  glory  rests  on  all  the  ground. 

3  For  there  the  Lord  commands 

Blessings,  a  boundless  store, 
From  his  unsparing  hands, 

Yea,  life  for  evermore. 
Thrice  happy  they  who  meet  above, 
To  spend  eternity  in  love  ! 

213.  ll&lOs.  M.  T.Moore. 
Come,  ye  Disconsolate. 

1  Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish  ; 
Come,  at  the  shrine  of  God  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your 
anguish  ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

13  *  149 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope,  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and  pure, 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, 
"  Earth  has  no    sorrow  that  heaven  cannot 
cure." 

3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life ;  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from   the  throne  of  God,   living   and 
pure ; 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love  ;  come,  ever  knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

214,  L.  M.  J.Scott. 

The  Fear  of  God. 

1  Great  Author  of  all  nature's  frame  ! 
Holy  and  reverend, is  thy  name  ! 
Thou,  Lord  of  life,  and  Lord  of  death, 
Worlds  rise  and  vanish  at  thy  breath. 

2  Nations,  in  thine  all-seeing  eye, 
Are  less  than  nothing,  vanity ; 
Against  thee  who  shall  lift  his  hand  ? 
Before  thy  terrors  who  can  stand  ? 

3  But  blest  are  they,  O  gracious  Lord, 
Who  fear  thy  name  and  hear  thy  word  ; 
With  such  thy  dwelling  is,  on  those 
Thy  peace  its  joy  divine  bestows. 

4  O  that  my  soul,  with  awful  sense 
Of  thy  transcendent  excellence, 
May  close  the  day,  the  day  begin, 
Watchful  against  each  darling  sin ! 

5  Never,  O,  never  from  my  heart 
May  this  great  principle  depart ! 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

But  act,  with  unabating  power, 
Within  me,  to  my  latest  hour. 

215.  fcM. 

Envy. 

1  What  was  it  made  my  bosom  swell, 
When  listening  to  another's  praise  ? 
Did  I  regret  he  'd  done  so  well  ? 

And  could  his  worth  these  feelings  raise  ? 

2  If  I  am  good,  why  should  I  fear, 
Though  others  may  deserving  prove  ? 
Should  commendation  be  less  dear, 
Because  't  is  shared  with  those  I  love  ? 

3  Far  be  from  me  so  base  a  part !  — 
The  struggle  past,  I  now  am  free  ; 
Envy,  begone,  and  leave  this  heart ! 
You  shall  not  find  a  home  with  me. 

216.  C.  M.  Herbert. 
Our  Destiny. 

1  Sweet  day,  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright, 

Bridal  of  earth  and  sky  ! 
The  dew  shall  weep  thy  fall  to-night  ; 
For  thou,  alas  !  must  die. 

2  Sweet  rose,  in  air  whose  odors  wave, 

And  color  charms  the  eye  ! 
Thy  root  is  ever  in  its  grave, 
And  thou,  alas !  must  die. 

3  Sweet  spring,  of  days  and  roses  made, 

W  hose  charms  for  ever  vie  ! 

151 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

Thy  days  depart,  thy  roses  fade, 
Thou  too,  alas  !  must  die. 

4  Be  wise  then,  mortal,  while  you  may, 
For  swiftly  time  is  flying  ; 
The  thoughtless  child  that  laughs  to-day 
To-morrow  may  be  dying. 


,217.  L.  M.  Bryant. 

Blessed  are  they  that  mourn. 

1  Deem  not  that  they  are  blest  alone, 

Whose  days  a  peaceful  tenor  keep  ; 
The  God  who  loves  our  race  has  shown 
A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 

2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 

The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears, 
And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain 
Are  earnests  of  serener  years. 

3  O,  there  are  days  of  hope  and  rest 

For  every  dark  and  troubled  night ! 
And  grief  may  bide  an  evening  guest, 
But  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 

4  And  thou,  who  o'er  thy  friend's  low  bier 

Dost  shed  the  bitter  drops  like  rain, 
Hope  that  a  brighter,  happier  sphere 
Will  give  him  to  thy  arms  again. 

5  Nor  let  the  good  man's  trust  depart, 

Though  life  its  common  gifts  deny ; 

Though  with  a  pierced  and. broken  heart, 

And  spurned  of  men,  he  goes  to  die. 

152 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

6  For  God  hath  marked  each  anguished  day, 
And  numbered  every  secret  tear ; 
And  heaven's  long  age  of  bliss  shall  pay 
For  all  his  children  suffer  here. 


218.  L.  M.  Norton. 

Trust  and  Submission. 

1  My  God,  I  thank  thee  ;  may  no  thought 

E'er  deem  thy  chastisements  severe  ; 
But  may  this  heart,  by  sorrow  taught, 
Calm  each  wild  wish,  each  idle  fear. 

2  Thy  mercy  bids  all  nature  bloom  ; 

The  sun  shines  bright,  and  man  is  gay ; 
Thine  equal  mercy  spreads  the  gloom 
That  darkens  o'er  his  little  day. 

3  Full  many  a  throb  of  grief  and  pain 

Thy  frail  and  erring  child  must  know : 
But  not  one  prayer  is  breathed  in  vain, 
Nor  does  one  tear  unheeded  flow. 

4  Thy  various  messengers  employ  ; 

Thy  purposes  of  love  fulfil  ; 
And,  'mid  the  wreck  of  human  joy, 
Let  kneeling  faith  adore  thy  will. 

219.  7s.  M.  S.F.Adams. 

Dews  and  Tears. 

1  Gently  fall  the  dews  of  eve, 

Raising  still  the  languid  flowers  ; 
Sweetly  flow  the  tears  that  grieve 
O'er  a  mourner's  stricken  hours. 

153 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

2  Blessed  tears  and  dews  that  yet 
Lift  us  nearer  unto  heaven  ! 
Let  us  still  His  praise  repeat, 
Who  in  mercy  all  hath  given. 

220.  L  MS 

Affliction,  God's  AngeL 

1  Affliction's  faded  form  draws  nigh, 
With  wrinkled  brow  and  downcast  eye  ; 
With  sackcloth  on  her  bosom  spread, 
And  ashes  scattered  o'er  her  head. 

2  But  deem  her  not  a  child  of  earth  ; 
From  heaven  she  draws  her  sacred  birth  ; 
Beside  the  throne  of  God  she  stands, 

To  execute  his  kind  commands. 

3  The  messenger  of  love,  she  flies 

To  train  us  for  our  sphere,  the  skies  ; 
And  onward  as  we  move,  the  way 
Becomes  more  smooth,  more  bright  the  day, 

4  Her  weeds  to  robes  of  glory  turn, 
Her  looks  with  kindling  radiance  burn  ; 
And  from  her  lips  these  accents  steal,  — 

"  God  smites  to  bless,  he  wounds  to  heal !  " 


221.  L.  M.         Rev.  J.  Pierpoxt. 

Trust  in  Providence. 

1  Behold  the  lily's  silken  vest, 

How  finely  wove  in  nature's  loom  ! 

No  king,  in  ermined  splendor  dressed, 

Can  match  its  richness  or  perfume. 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

2  And  see,  in  tracts  of  desert  air, 

The  feathered  people  wildly  roam  ; 
God  makes  their  little  wants  his  care, 

Hears  their  weak  cry,  and  guards  their  home. 

3  If  thus  he  clothes  the  lily  race, 

That  bud  and  blossom  but  to  die  ; 
If  thus  from  heaven,  his  lofty  place, 
He  heeds  the  humblest  things  that  fly ; 

4  Shall  doubting  man,  to  fears  a  prey, 

In  dark  despondence  waste  his  hours  ? 
Can  love's  exhaustless  source  decay  ? 
Or  are  we  less  than  birds  or  flowers  ? 


222.  C.  M.  Miss  Fletcher. 

Kindly  Judgment. 

1  Think  gently  of  the  erring  one  i 

O,  do  not  thou  forget, 
However  darkly  stained  by  sin, 
He  is  thy  brother  yet ! 

2  Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones  ! 

Thou  yet  mayst  lead  them  back, 
With  holy  words,  and  tones  of  love, 
From  misery's  thorny  track. 

3  Forget  not  thou  hast  often  sinned, 

And  sinful  yet  may  be  ; 
Deal  gently  with  the  erring  heart, 
As  God  hath  dealt  with  thee. 

155 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

223.  c.  m. 

Speak  gently. 

1  Speak  gently,  —  it  is  better  far 

To  rule  by  love  than  fear  ; 
Speak  gently,  —  let  no  harsh  word  mar 
The  good  we  may  do  here. 

2  Speak  gently  to  the  young,  —  for  they 

Will  have  enough  to  bear  ; 
Pass  through  this  life  as  best  they  may, 
'T  is  full  of  anxious  care. 

3  Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one, 

Grieve  not  the  careworn  heart ; 
The  sands  of  life  are  nearly  run, 
Let  them  in  peace  depart. 

4  Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones  ; 

They  must  have  toiled  in  vain  ; 
Perchance  unkindness  made  them  so  ; 
O,  win  them  back  again ! 

5  Speak  gently,  —  't  is  a  little  thing, 

1  Dropped  in  the  heart's  deep  well ; 
The  good,  the  joy,  that  it  may  bring, 
Eternity  shall  tell. 

224.  c.  M. 

Kind  Words. 

1  A  little  word,  in  kindness  spoken, 
A  motion,  or  a  tear, 
Has  often  healed  the  heart  that 's  broken, 
And  made  a  friend  sincere. 

166 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

2  A  word,  a  look,  has  crushed  to  earth 

Full  many  a  budding  flower  ; 
Which,  had  a  smile  but  owned  its  birth, 
Would  bless  life's  darkest  hour. 

3  Then  deem  it  not  an  idle  thing 

A  pleasant  word  to  speak; 
The  face  you  wear,  the  thoughts  you  bring 
A  heart  may  heal  or  break. 

225.  7  s.  M.  Miss  Fletcher. 

Speak  not  harshly. 

1  Speak  not  harshly  ;  —  much  of  care 
Every  human  heart  must  bear ; 
Enough  of  shadows  sadly  play 
Around  the  very  sunniest  way ; 
Enough  of  sorrows  darkly  lie 
Veiled  within  the  merriest  eye. 

By  thy  childhood's  gushing  tears,  — 
By  the  griefs  of  after  years,  — 
By  the  anguish  thou  dost  know,  — 
Add  not  to  another's  woe. 

2  Speak  not  harshly  ;  —  much  of  sin 
Dwelleth  every  heart  within  ; 

In  its  closely  covered  cells 
Many  a  wayward  passion  dwells. 
By  the  many  hours  misspent,  — 
By  the  gifts  to  error  lent,  — 
•    By  the  wrong  thou  didst  not  shun,  — 
By  the  good  thou  hast  not  done,  — 
With  a  lenient  spirit  scan 
The  weakness  of  thy  brother  man. 

14  157 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 


226.  14  s.  M. 

Speak  gently  to  the  little  Child. 

1  Speak  gently  to  the  little  child,  so  guileless  and 

so  free, 

Who,  with  a  trustful,  loving  heart,  puts  con- 
fidence in  thee. 

Speak  not  the  cold  and  careless  thoughts  which 
time  has  taught  thee  well, 

Nor  breathe  one  word,  whose  bitter  tone  distrust 
might  seem  to  tell. 

2  If  on  that  brow  there  rests  a  cloud,  however 

light  it  be, 
Speak  loving  words,  and  let  him  feel  he  has  a 

friend  in  thee  ; 
And  do  not  send  him  from  thy  side,  till  on  his 

face  shall  rest 
The  joyous  look  and  beaming  smile  that  mark 

a  happy  breast. 

3  0,  teach  him  !  —  this  should  be  our  aim,  —  to 

cheer  the  aching  heart, 
To  strive,  where  thickest  darkness  reigns,  some 

radiance  to  impart ;  — 
To  spread  a  peaceful,  quiet  calm,  where  dwells 

the  noise  of  strife, 
Thus  doing  good,  and  blessing  all,  to  spend  the 

whole  of  life  ;  — 

4  To  love,  with  pure  affection  deep,  all  creatures 

great  and  small, 
And  still  a  stronger  love  to  bear  for  Him  who 
made  them  all. 

158 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

Remember  't  is  no  common  task  that  thus  to 

thee  is  given,  — 
To  rear  a  spirit  fit  to  be  the  habitant  of  heaven. 


227.  7  &  6  s   M. 

Gentle  Words. 

1  A  young  rose  in  summer  time 

Is  beautiful  to  me, 
And  glorious  the  many  stars 

That  glimmer  on  the  sea ! 
But  gentle  words  and  loving  hearts, 

And  hands  to  clasp  my  own, 
Are  better  than  the  fairest  flowers, 

Or  stars  that  ever  shone. 

2  The  sun  may  warm  the  grass  to  life, 

The  dew  the  drooping  flower, 
And  eyes  grow  bright  and  watch  the  light 

Of  autumn's  opening  hour  ; 
But  words  that  breathe  of  tenderness, 

And  smiles  we  know  are  true, 
Are  warmer  than  the  summer  time, 

And  brighter  than  the  dew. 

3  It  is  not  much  the  world  can  give, 

With  all  its  subtle  art, 
And  gold  and  gems  are  not  the  things 

To  satisfy  the  heart. 
But,  O,  if  those  who  cluster  round 

The  altar  and  the  hearth 
Have  gentle  words  and  loving  smiles, 

How  beautiful  is  earth  ! 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

228.  8  &  7  s.  M.  E.  Cook. 
Angry  Words. 

1  Poison  drops  of  care  and  sorrow, 

Bitter  poison  drops  are  they  ! 
Weaving  for  the  coming  morrow 
Sad  memorials  of  to  day. 

2  Angry  words,  —  O,  let  them  never 

From  the  tongue  unbridled  slip  ; 
May  the  heart's  best  impulse  ever 
Check  them  ere  they  soil  the  lip. 

229.  8  &  7  s.  M.  Longfellow. 
Psalm  of  Life. 

1  Tell  me  not,  in  mournful  numbers, 

"  Life  is  but  an  empty  dream  ! " 
For  the  soul  is  dead  that  slumbers, 
And  things  are  not  what  they  seem. 

2  Life  is  real !  life  is  earnest ! 

And  the  grave  is  not  its  goal ; 

"  Dust  thou  art,  to  dust  returnest," 

Was  not  spoken  of  the  soul. 

3  Not  enjoyment,  and  not  sorrow, 

Is  our  destined  end  or  way  ; 

But  to  act,  that  each  to-morrow 

Find  us  farther  than  to-day. 

4  Lives  of  true  men  all  remind  us 

We  can  make  our  lives  sublime, 
And,  departing,  leave  behind  us 
Footprints  on  the  sands  of  time  ; 

5  Footprints  which  perhaps  another, 

Saving  o'er  life's  solemn  main, 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

A  forlorn  and  shipwrecked  brother, 
Seeing,  shall  take  heart  again. 

6  Let  us,  then,  be  up  and  doing, 
With  a  heart  for  any  fate  ; 
Still  achieving,  still  pursuing, 
Learn  to  labor  and  to  wait. 


230.  8  &  7  s.  M. 

Life's  Work. 

1  All  around  us,  fair  with  flowers, 

Fields  of  beauty  sleeping  lie  ; 
All  around  us  clarion  voices 
Call  to  duty,  stern  and  high. 

2  Thankfully  we  will  rejoice  in 

All  the  beauty  God  has  given  ; 
But  beware  it  does  not  win  us 

From  the  work  ordained  of  Heaven. 

3  Following  every  voice  of  mercy 

With  a  trusting,  loving  heart, 
Let  us  in  life's  earnest  labor 
Still  be  sure  to  do  our  part. 

4  Now,  to-day,  and  not  to-morrow, 

Let  us  work  with  all  our  might, 
Lest  the  wretched  faint  and  perish 
In  the  coming  stormy  night. 

5  Now,  to-day,  and  not  to-morrow,  — 

Lest,  before  to-morrow's  sun, 
We  too,  mournfully  departing, 
Shall  have  left  our  work  undone. 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD   LIFE. 


231.  P.  M.  Whittier. 

The  Purpose  of  Life. 

1  Hast  thou,  'midst  life's  empty  noises, 

Heard  the  solemn  steps  of  Time, 
And  the  low,  mysterious  voices 
Of  another  clime  ? 

2  Early  hath  life's  mighty  question 

Thrilled  within  thy  heart  of  youth, 

With  a  deep  and  strong  beseeching,  — 

What,  and  where,  is  Truth  ? 

3  Not  to  ease  and  aimless  quiet 

Doth  the  inward  answer  tend ; 
But  to  works  of  love  and  duty, 
As  our  being's  end. 

4  Earnest  toil  and  strong  endeavour 

Of  a  spirit  which  within 
Wrestles  with  familiar  evil 
And  besetting  sin ; 

5  And  without,  with  tireless  vigor, 

Steady  heart,  and  purpose  strong, 
In  the  power  of  Truth  assaileth 
Every  form  of  wrong. 

232.  p.  M. 

True  Rest. 

1  Sweet  is  the  pleasure 
Itself  cannot  spoil ; 
Is  not  true  leisure 
One  with  true  toil  ? 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

2  Thou  that  wouldst  taste  it 

Still  do  thy  best ; 

Use  it  not,  icaste  it  not, 

Else  't  is  not  rest. 

3  Wouldst  behold  beauty 

Near  thee,  all  around  ? 
Only  hath  duty 

Such  a  sight  found. 

4  Rest  is  not  quitting 

The  busy  career; 
Best  is  the  fitting 

Of  self  to  its  sphere  ; 

5  'T  is  the  brook's  motion, 

Clear,  without  strife, 
Fleeing  to  ocean 
After  its  life. 

6  Deeper  devotion 

Nowhere  hath  knelt ; 
Fuller  emotion 
Heart  never  felt. 

7  'T  is  loving  and  serving 

The  highest  and  best ; 
'T  is  onward,  unswerving,  — 
And  this  is  true  rest. 

233.  L.  M.  Henry  Wotton. 

A  Happy  Life. 

1  How  happy  is  he  born  and  taught, 
Who  serveth  not  another's  will ; 

163 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

Whose  armour  is  his  honest  thought, 
And  simple  truth  his  utmost  skill ! 

2  Whose  passions  not  his  masters  are, 

Whose  soul  is  still  prepared  for  death, 
Untied  to  this  vain  world  by  care 
Of  public  fame  or  private  breath  ; 

3  Who  hath  his  life  from  rumors  freed, 

Whose  conscience  is  his  strong  retreat, 
Whose  state  can  neither  flatterers  feed, 
Nor  ruin  make  oppressors  great ; 

4  Who  God  doth  late  and  early  pray 

More  of  his  grace  than  gifts  to  lend ; 
To  crave  for  less,  and  more  obey, 

Nor  dare  with  Heaven's  high  will  contend. 

5  This  man  is  freed  from  servile  bands 

Of  hope  to  rise  or  fear  to  fall ; 
Lord  of  himself,  though  not  of  lands, 
And,  having  nothing,  yet  hath  all. 


234.  c  M. 

Effort. 

1  Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed, 

Nor  deem  it  void  of  power ; 
There  's  fruit  in  each  wind- wafted  seed, 
That  waits  its  natal  hour. 

2  A  whispered  word  may  touch  the  heart, 

And  call  it  back  to  life  ; 
A  look  of  love  bid  sin  depart, 
And  still  unholy  strife. 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

3  No  act  falls  fruitless  ;  none  can  tell 
How  vast  its  power  may  be, 
Nor  what  results  infolded  dwell 
Within  it  silently. 

I  Work  on,  despair  not ;  bring  thy  mite, 
Nor  care  how  small  it  be  ; 
God  is  with  all  that  serve  the  right, 
The  holy,  true,  and  free. 

235.  7  s.  M.  W.  Roscoe. 

The  Golden  Rule. 

1  Thus  said  Jesus  :  —  "Go  and  do 
As  thou  wouldst  be  done  unto." 
Here  thy  perfect  duty  see, 

All  that  God  requires  of  thee. 

2  Wouldst  thou,  when  thy  faults  are  known, 
Wish  that  pardon  should  be  shown  ? 

Be  forgiving,  then,  and  do 
As  thou  wouldst  be  done  unto. 

3  Shouldst  thou  helpless  be  and  poor, 
Wouldst  thou  not  for  aid  implore  ? 
Think  of  others,  then,  and  be 

WThat  thou  wouldst  they  should  to  thee. 

4  For  compassion  if  thou  call, 
Be  compassionate  to  all ; 

If  thou  wouldst  affection  find, 
Be  affectionate  and  kind. 

5  If  thou  wouldst  obtain  the  love 
Of  thy  gracious  God  above, 

165 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

Then  to  all  his  children  be 

What  thou  wouldst  they  should  to  thee. 

236.  C.  M.  Peabody. 

Thy  Neighbour. 

1  Who  is  thy  neighbour  ?     He  whom  thou 

Hast  power  to  aid  or  bless  ; 
Whose  aching  heart  or  burning  brow 
Thy  soothing  hand  may  press. 

2  Thy  neighbour  ?     'T  is  the  fainting  poor, 

Whose  eye  with  want  is  dim  ; 
O,  enter  thou  his  humble  door, 
With  aid  and  peace  for  him. 

3  Thy  neighbour  ?     He  who  drinks  the  cup 

When  sorrow  drowns  the  brim  ; 
With  words  of  high,  sustaining  hope, 
Go  thou  and  comfort  him. 

4  Thy  neighbour  ?     'T  is  the  weary  slave, 

Fettered  in  mind  and  limb  ; 
He  hath  no  hope  this  side  the  grave ; 
Go  thou,  and  ransom  him. 

5  Thy  neighbour  ?     Pass  no  mourner  by  ; 

Perhaps  thou  canst  redeem 

A  breaking  heart  from  misery  ; 

Go,  share  thy  lot  with  him. 

237.  S.  M.  Herbert. 

"  Do  all  to  the  glory  of  God." 

1  Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 
In  all  things  thee  to  see  ; 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

And  what  I  do  in  any  thing, 
To  do  it  as  for  thee  ;  — 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 
While  still  to  thee  I  tend  ; 

In  all  I  do,  be  thou  the  way,  — 
In  all,  be  thou  the  end. 

3  All  may  of  thee  partake ; 
Nothing  so  small  can  be, 

But  draws,  when  acted  for  thy  sake. 
Greatness  and  worth  from  thee. 

4  If  done  beneath  thy  laws, 
E'en  servile  labors  shine  ; 

Hallowed  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause,  — 
The  meanest  work  divine. 

238.  S   M.  Johns. 

Purity. 

1  O,  know  ye  not  that  ye 
The  temple  are  of  God  ? 

Revere  the  earth-built  shrine,  where  he 
Should  find  a  meet  abode  ! 

2  Immortal  man,  keep  pure 
Thyself,  that  mystic  shrine  ; 

Let  hate  of  all  that 's  dark  endure, 
And  love  of  all  divine. 

3  Let  saintly  thoughts  be  shown 
In  act  by  saintly  things  ; 

Like  glories  through  the  temple  thrown, 
From  cherub's  curtained  wings. 

167 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD   LIFE. 

4  Let  life,  a  holy  stream, 

Its  fountain  holy  show  ; 
Reflecting,  with  a  softened  gleam, 

Heaven's  purity  below. 

9on  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

Seed-time. 

1  Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed, 
At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand  ; 

To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed  ; 
Broadcast  it  o'er  the  land. 

2  The  good,  the  fruitful  ground, 
Expect  not  here  nor  there  ; 

O'er  hill  and  dale,  by  plots,  't  is  found  ; 
Go  forth,  then,  everywhere. 

3  Thou  know'st  not  which  may  thrive, 
The  late  or  early  sown ; 

Grace  keeps  the  precious  germs  alive, 
When  and  wherever  strown. 

4  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  ; 
Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 

Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain, 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

240.  *■  M 

Usefulness. 

1  How  many  ways  the  young  may  find 
To  be  of  use,  if  so  inclined ! 
How  many  services  perform, 
If  love  is  earnest,  constant,  warm ! 

168 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

2  A  life  that 's  spent  for  self  alone 
Can  never  be  a  useful  one  ; 
The  good  will  ever  scorn  to  be 
Inactive  in  society. 

3  However  trifling  what  we  do, 
If  a  good  purpose  be  in  view, 
Although  we  should  not  have  success, 
Our  motive  God  will  see  and  bless. 

241.  P.  M. 

Fidelity. 

1  The  morning  hours  of  cheerful  light 

Of  all  the  day  are  best ; 
But  as  they  speed  their  hasty  flight, 
If  every  hour  is  spent  aright, 
We  sweetly  sink  to  sleep  at  night, 

And  pleasant  is  our  rest. 

2  And  life  is  like  a  summer's  day, 

It  seems  so  quickly  past ; 
Youth  is  the  morning,  bright  and  gay, 
And,  if  H  is  spent  in  wisdom's  way, 
We  meet  old  age  without  dismay, 

And  death  is  sweet  at  last. 


242.  c.  M. 

Influence. 

1  What  if  the  little  rain  should  say, 
So  small  a  drop  as  I 
Can  ne'er  refresh  the  thirsty  fields, 
I  '11  tarry  in  the  sky  ? 


INWARD   AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

2  What  if  a  shining  beam  of  noon 

Should  in  its  fountain  stay, 
Because  its  feeble  light  alone 
Cannot  create  a  day  ? 

3  Doth  not  each  rain-drop  help  to  form 

The  cool,  refreshing  shower  ? 
And  every  ray  of  light,  to  warm 
And  beautify  the  flower  ? 

4  'T  is  thus  the  good  each  child  may  do, 

When  many  do  their  best, 
Will  help  to  bring  within  our  view 
The  glory  of  the  blest. 

243.  7  &  8  s.  M.  Bowring, 

The  Path  of  Safety. 

1  He  who  walks  in  virtue's  way, 

Firm  and  fearless,  walketh  surely  ; 
Diligent,  while  yet 't  is  day, 

On  he  speeds,  and  speeds  securely. 

2  Flowers  of  peace  beneath  him  grow, 

Suns  of  pleasure  brighten  o'er  him  ; 
Memory's  joys  behind  him  go, 

Hope's  sweet  angels  fly  before  him. 

3  Thus  he  moves  from  stage  to  stage, 

Smiles  of  earth  and  heaven  attending ; 
Softly  sinking  down  in  age, 

And  at  last  to  death  descending. 

4  Cradled  in  its  quiet  deep, 

Calm  as  summer's  loveliest  even, 
He  shall  sleep  the  hallowed  sleep,  — 
Sleep  that  is  o'erwatched  by  Heaven. 
no 


INWARD    AND    OUTWARD    LIFE. 

244.  L   BL 

Rule  of  Life. 

1  My  son,  be  this  thy  simple  plan  : 
Serve  God,  and  love  thy  brother  man  ; 
Forget  not,  in  temptation's  hour, 
That  sin  lends  sorrow  double  power. 

2  Count  life  a  stage  upon  thy  way, 

And  follow  conscience,  come  what  may  : 
Alike  with  heaven  and  earth  sincere, 
"  Fear  God,  —  and  know  no  other  fear." 


171 


IX.    TIME. 


245.  6s  M 

The  New  Year. 

1  Joy  !  joy  !  a  year  is  born ; 

A  year  to  man  is  given, 
For  hope,  and  peace,  and  love, 

For  faith,  and  truth,  and  heaven. 
Though  earth  be  dark  with  care, 

With  dea'th  and  sorrow  rife, 
Yet  toil,  and  pain,  and  prayer 

Lead  to  our  higher  life. 

2  Behold,  the  fields  are  white  ! 

No  longer  idly  stand  ! 
Go  forth  in  love  and  might ; 

Man  needs  thy  helping  hand. 
Thus  may  each  day  and  year 

To  prayer  and  toil  be  given, 
Till  man  "to  God  draw  near, 

And  earth  become  like  heaven. 

246.  L-  M.  8  1.  Knox- 

Time. 

1  Time  speeds  away,  —  away,  —  away ; 
Another  hour,  another  day, 
Another  month,  another  year, 
Drop  from  us  like  the  leaflets  sear,  — 


Drop  like  the  life-blood  from  our  hearts : 
The  rose-bloom  from  the  cheek  departs, 
The  tresses  from  the  temples  fall, 
The  eye  grows  dim  and  strange  to  all. 

Time  speeds  away,  —  away,  —  away  ; 
Like  torrent  in  a  stormy  day, 
He  undermines  the  stately  tower, 
Uproots  the  tree,  and  snaps  the  flower ; 
And  sweeps  from  our  distracted  breast 
The  friends  that  loved,  the  friends  that  blessed  ; 
And  leaves  us  weeping  on  the  shore, 
To  which  they  can  return  no  more. 

Time  speeds  away,  —  away,  —  away  ; 
No  eagle  through  the  skies  of  day, 
No  wind  along  the  hills  can  flee 
So  swiftly  or  so  smooth  as  he  ; 
Like  fiery  steed,  from  stage  to  stage 
He  bears  us  on,  from  youth  to  age  ; 
Then  plunges  in  the  fearful  sea 
Of  fathomless  eternity. 


247.  C.  M.  Gaskell. 

A  New  Year. 

1  Our  Father !  through  the  coming  year 

We  know  not  what  shall  be, 
But  we  would  leave,  without  a  fear, 
Its  ordering  all  to  thee. 

2  It  may  be  we  shall  toil  in  vain 

For  what  the  world  holds  fair, 


TIME. 


And  all  its  good  we  thought  to  gain 
Deceive,  and  prove  but  care. 

3  It  may  be  it  shall  darkly  blend 

Our  love  with  anxious  fears, 
And  snatch  away  the  valued  friend, 
The  tried  of  many  years. 

4  It  may  be  it  shall  bring  us  days  '     . 

And  nights  of  lingering  pain, 
And  bid  us  take  our  farewell  gaze 
Of  these  loved  haunts  of  men. 

5  But  calmly,  Lord,  on  thee  we  rest ; 

No  fears  our  trust  shall  move  ; 
Thou  knowest  what  for  each  is  best, 
And  thou  art  perfect  love. 


248.  C.  M.  Gaskell. 

Close  of  the  Year. 

1  O  God  !  to  thee  our  hearts  would  pay 

Their  gratitude  sincere,  ( 
Whose  love  hath  kept  us,  night  and  day, 
Throughout  another  year. 

2  Of  every  breath,  and  every  power, 

Thou  wast  the  gracious  source  ; 

From  thee  came  every  happy  hour 

Which  smiled  along  its  course. 

3  And  if  sometimes  across  our  path 

A  cloud  its  shadows  threw, 
Thou  didst  not  waft  it  there  in  wrath, 
But  loving-kindness  true. 


TIME. 

4  For  joy  and  grief  alike  we  pay 
Our  thanks  to  thee  above ; 
And  only  pray  to  grow  each  day 
More  worthy  of  thy  love. 

249.  L.  M.  J.  Taylor. 

True  Length  of  Life. 

1  Like  shadows  gliding  o'er  the  plain, 

Or  clouds  that  roll  successive  on, 
Man's  busy  generations  pass  ; 

And  while  we  gaze,  their  forms  are  gone. 

2  "  He  lived,  —  he  died  "  ;  behold  the  sum", 

The  abstract,  of  the  historian's  page  ! 
Alike,  in  God's  all-seeing  eye, 

The  infant's  day,  the  patriarch's  age. 

3  O  Father,  in  whose  mighty  hand 

The  boundless  years  and  ages  lie, 
Teach  us  thy  boon  of  life  to  prize, 
And  use  the  moments  as  they  fly  ;  — 

4  To  crowd  the  narrow  span  of  life 

With  wise  designs  and  virtuous  deeds  : 
So  shall  we  wake  from  death's  dark  night, 
To  share  the  glory  that  succeeds. 

250.  7  s.  M. 

The  Stream  of  Life. 

1  Gently  glides  the  stream  of  life 
Oft  along  the  flowery  vale, 
Or  impetuous,  down  the  cliff, 

Rushing  roars,  when  storms  assail. 


TIME. 


'T  is  an  ever- varied  flood, 
Always  rolling  to  its  sea, 

Slow  or  swift,  or  mild  or  rude, 
Tending  to  eternity. 


251.  8&lls.  M. 

The  Worth  of  Time. 

1  A  minute,  —  how  soon  it  is  flown  ! 

And  yet  how  important  it  is  ! 
God  calls  every  moment  his  own, 

For  all  our  existence  is  his  ; 
And  though  we  may  waste  them  in  folly  and  play, 
He  notices  each  that  we  squander  away. 

2  We  should  not  a  minute  despise, 

Although  it  so  quickly  is  o'er  ; 
We  know  that  it  rapidly  flies, 

And  therefore  should  prize  it  the  more  ; 
Another,  indeed,  may  appear  in  its  stead, 
But  that  precious  minute  for  ever  is  fled. 

3  'T  is  easy  to  squander  our  years 

In  idleness,  folly,  and  strife  ! 
But,  O,  no  repentence  nor  tears 

Can  bring  back  one  moment  of  life. 
Then  wisely  improve  all  of  time  as  it  goes, 
And  life  will  be  happy,  and  peaceful  its  close. 


252.  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

The  Flight  of  Time. 

1  God  of  eternity,  from  thee 

Did  infant  Time  his  being  draw  ; 

176 


TIME. 

Moments,  and  days,  and  months,  and  years, 
Revolve  by  thine  unvaried  law. 

2  Silent  and  swift  they  glide  away  ; 

Steady  and  strong  the  current  flows, 
Lost  in  eternity's  wide  sea, — 

The  boundless  gulf  from  whence  it  rose. 

3  With  it  the  thoughtless  sons  of  men 

Upon  the  rapid  stream  are  borne 
Swift  on  to  their  eternal  home, 

Whence  not  one  soul  can  e'er  return. 

4  Yet  while  the  shore,  on  either  side, 

Presents  a  gaudy,  flattering  show, 
We  gaze,  in  foad  amazement  lost, 
Nor  think  to  what  a  world  we  go. 

5  Great  Source  of  wisdom,  teach  my  heart 

To  know  the  price  of  every  hour, 
That  time  may  bear  me  on  to  joys 
Beyond  its  measure  and  its  power. 


177 


X.    DEATH. 


253.  C.  M.  Whittier. 

Gone  before. 

1  Another  hand  is  beckoning  us, 

Another  call  is  given ; 
And  glows  once  more  with  angel  steps 
The  path  that  leads  to'heaven. 

2  O,  half  we  deemed  she  needed  not 

The  changing  of  her  sphere, 

To  give  to  heaven  a  shining  one, 

Who  walked  an  angel  here. 

3  Unto  our  Father's  will  alone 

One  thought  hath  reconciled  ; 
That  He  whose  love  exceedeth  ours 
Hath  taken  home  his  child. 

4  Fold  her,  O  Father,  in  thine  arms, 

And  let  her  henceforth  be 
A  messenger  of  love  between 
Our  human  hearts  and  thee. 

5  Still  let  her  mild  rebukings  stand 

Between  us  and  the  wrong, 
And  her  dear  memory  serve  to  make 
Our  faith  in  goodness  strong. 

178 


DEATH. 

254.  C.  M.  Dale. 

Death  of  the  Good. 

1  Dear  as  thou  wert,  and  justly  dear, 

We  will  not  weep  for  thee  : 
One  thought  shall  check  the  starting  tear; 
It  is,  that  thou  art  free. 

2  And  thus  shall  faith's  consoling  power 

The  tears  of  love  restrain  : 

O,  who  that  saw  thy  parting  hour 

Could  wish  thee  here  again  ! 

3  Triumphant  in  thy  closing  eye 

The  hope  of  glory  shone  ; 
Joy  breathed  in  thy  expiring  sigh, 
To  think  the  race  was  run. 

4  The  passing  spirit  gently  fled, 

Sustained  by  grace  divine  ; 
O,  may  such  grace  on  us  be  shed, 
And  make  our  end  like  thine. 


255,  G&4s.  M.  Mrs.  Remans. 

Funeral  Prayer. 

Lowly  and  solemn  be 
Thy  children's  ciy  to  thee, 

Father  Divine  !  — 
A  hymn  of  suppliant  breath, 
Owning  that  life  and  death 

Alike  are  thine. 


DEATH. 

2  0  Father,  in  that  hour 

When  earth  all  succouring  power 

Shall  disavow,  — 
When  spear,  and  shield,  and  crown, 
In  faintness  are  cast  down,  — 

Sustain  us,  thou  ! 

3  Tremblers  beside  the  grave, 
We  call  on  thee  to  save, 

Father  Divine ! 
Hear,  hear  our  suppliant  breath  ; 
Keep  us,  in  life  and  death, 

Thine,  only  thine. 

256.  I"  M.  s  Wesley. 

The  Young  cut  off  in  their  Prime. 

1  The  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets, 

And  gay  their  silken  leaves  unfold, 
As  careless  of  the  noontide  heats, 
As  fearless  of  the  evening  cold. 

2  Nipped  by  the  wind's  untimely  blast, 

Parched  by  the  sun's  directer  ray, 
The  momentary  glories  waste, 
The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 

3  So  blooms  the  human  face  divine, 

When  youth  its  pride  of  beauty  shows  ; 
Fairer  than  spring  the  colors  shine, 
And  sweeter  than  the  virgin  rose. 

4  Or  worn  by  slowly  rolling  years, 

Or  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day, 
The  fading  glory  disappears, 

The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 

180 


DEATH. 

5  Yet  these,  new  rising  from  the  tomb, 

With  lustre  brighter  far  shall  shine  : 
Revive  with  ever-during  bloom, 
Safe  from  diseases  and  decline. 

6  Let  sickness  blast,  let  death  devour, 

If  heaven  must  recompense  our  pains 
Perish  the  grass,  and  fade  the  flower, 
If  firm  the  word  of  God  remains. 


257.  C.  M.  Mrs.  Hemans. 
At  a  Grave. 

1  Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 

Fair  spirit,  rest  thee  now  ! 
E'en  while  with  ours  thy  footsteps  trod, 
His  seal  was  on  thy  brow. 

2  Dust  to  its  narrow  house  beneath  ! 

Soul  to  its  place  on  high  ! 
They  that  have  seen  thy  look  in  death 
No  more  may  fear  to  die. 

258,  8  &  7  s.  M.  S.  F.  Smith. 
Death  of  a  Sister. 

1  Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 

Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze, 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening, 
When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 

2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber, — 

Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low  ; 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number  ; 
Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 


DEATH. 

3  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us  ; 

Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel  ; 
But  't  is  God  that  hath  bereft  us  : 
He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 

4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 

When  the  day  of  life  is  fled, 
Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 


259.  C.  M.       Boston  S.  S.  H.  Book. 

Death  of  a  Scholar. 

1  Death  has  been  here,  and  borne  away 

A  brother  from  our  side  : 
Just  in  the  morning  of  Ms  day, 
As  young  as  we  he  died. 

2  We  cannot  tell  who  next  may  fall 

Beneath  thy  chastening  rod  ; 
One  must  be  first,  but  let  us  all 
Prepare  to  meet  our  God. 

3  May  each  attend,  with  willing  feet, 

The  means  of  knowledge  here ; 
And  wait  around  thy  mercy-seat, 
With  hope  as  well  as  fear. 

4  Lord,  to  thy  wisdom  and  thy  care 

May  we  resign  our  days  ; 
Content  to  live  and  serve  thee  here, 
Or  die  and  sing  thy  praise. 

182 


DEATH. 


260.  C.  M.  Bishop  Heber. 

Man's  Mortality. 

1  Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 

Is  equal  warning  given  ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven. 

2  Their  names  are  graven  on  the  stone, 

Their  bones  are  in  the  clay  ; 
And,  ere  another  day  is  done, 
Ourselves  may  be  as  they. 

3  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze  ; 

He  lurks  in  every  flower ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour. 

4  Turn,  mortal,  turn  !  thy  danger  know  ; 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead. 

261,  7&8s.  M.  Bowring. 

Siste  Viator  ! 

1  Look  around  thee,  —  see  Decay, 

On  her  wings  of  darkness,  sweeping 
Earth's  proud  monuments  away  ;  — 

See  the  muse  of  history  weeping 
O'er  the  ruins  time  hath  made, 
Strength  in  dust  and  ashes  laid, 

Virtue  in  oblivion  sleeping. 

2  Look  around  thee,  —  beauty's  light 

Is  extinguished,  — Death  assembles 

1S3 


DEATH. 


Youth's  gay  morn  and  age's  night, 
And  the  steadfast  mountain  trembles 

At  his  glance,  like  autumn's  leaf : 

All,  he  cries,  is  vain,  is  brief; 
And  the  tyrant  ne'er  dissembles. 

I  Look  before  thee,  —  all  the  glare^ 

All  the  pomp  around  thee  glowing, — 

All  that  charms  the  eye  or  ear, 
Strains  of  softest  music  flowing, 

Grace  and  beauty,  —  all  are  sped 

Towards  the  ruins  of  the  dead  ; 
Thither  thou  and  thine  are  going. 

1  Look  above  thee,  —  there  indeed 

May  thy  thoughts  repose  delighted. 

If  thy  wounded  bosom  bleed, 

If  thy  fondest  hopes  are  blighted, 

There  a  stream  of  comfort  flows, 

There  a  sun  of  splendor  glows  ; 
Wander,  then,  no  more  benighted. 

5  Look  above  thee,  —  ages  roll, 

Present,  past,  and  future  blending  : 

Earth  hath  naught  to  soothe  a  soul 
'Neath  affliction's  burden  bending, 

Nothing  'gainst  the  tempest  shock  ; 

Heaven  must  be  the  pilgrim's,  rock, 
And  to  heaven  his  steps  are  tending. 

^g^.  CM.  Mrs.  Follen. 

Death  of  the  Young. 

1  The  young,  the  lovely,  pass  away, 
Ne'er  to  be  seen  again ; 

184 


Earth's  fairest  flowers  too  soon  decay ; 
Its  blasted  trees  remain. 

2  Full  oft,  we  see  the  brightest  thing 

That  lifts  its  head  on  high 
Smile  in  the  light,  then  droop  its  wing, 
And  fade  away,  and  die. 

3  And  kindly  is  the  lesson  given ; 

Then  dry  the  falling  tear : 
They  came  to  raise  our  hearts  to  heaven 
They  go  to  call  us  there. 

263.  7  &  5  s.  M.  Bowring. 

Blessed  are  the  Dead. 

1  Blessed,  blessed  are  the  dead 
In  the  Lord  who  die  ; 
Radiant  is  the  path  they  tread 
Upward  to  the  sky. 

2  All  their  deeds  of  virtue  done, 
Deeds  of  peace  and  love, 
Now  are  stars  of  glory  strewn, 
Lighting  them  above. 


16*  185 


XL    OCCASIONAL 


264.  6  &  4  s.  M. 

The  Going  forth  of  Teachers. 

1  Where,  for  a  thousand  miles, 
The  sweet  Ohio  smiles, 

On  bed  of  sand  ; 
Where  prairies  blossom  broad, 
Fair  gardens  sown  by  God, 
And  lakes  their  ocean-flood 

Pour  from  his  hand ; 

2  Where  sleep  in  rest  profound, 
Beneath  each  ancient  mound, 

A  buried  race  ; 
There,  brother,  go  and  teach  ; 
From  heart  to  heart  shall  reach 
Thy  free  and  earnest  speech 

Of  heavenly  grace. 

3  Where  the  tall  forest  waves 
Above  those  mouldering  graves, 

God's  truth  declare  ; 
While  his  first  temples  spread 
Their  arches  o'er  thy  head, 
Lift,  o'er  the  slumbering  dead, 

The  voice  of  prayer. 


OCCASIONAL. 

4  While  rolls  the  living  tide, 
Down  Alleghany's  side, 

Its  ceaseless  flood  ; 
Upon  the  mountains  there, 
How  beautiful  appear 
The  feet  of  those  who  bear 

Tidings  of  good  ! 

5  0  Thou,  whose  suns  and  rains 
Upon  those  mighty  plains 

Fall  evermore  ; 
Send  down  the  dews  of  peace, 
The  sun  of  righteousness, 
And  let  thy  light  increase 

From  shore  to  shore  ! 

265.  p.  M. 

Rural  Excursion. 

1  In  the  green  realm  of  summer,  —  this  pomp  of 

the  trees, 
This   oldest   of  temples,  whose  chant   is   the 

breeze, 
Whose  dome  is  the  sky,  whose  pavement  the 

sod, 
Where  field,  brook,  and  forest  look  smiling  to 

God,  — 
Praise,  praise,  joyful  and  free, 
Our  voices  shall  lift,  Holy  Father,  to  thee  ! 

2  Pure,  pure  as  the  drops  that  yon  fountain  dis- 

tils, 
Be  our  worship  of  Him,  who  hath  rounded  the 
hills  ; 

187 


OCCASIONAL. 

And  spotless  our  hearts,  as  the  blue  arch  above, 
That  bends  like  a  mother  its  bright  brow  in 
love  ! 
Love,  love,  gentle  and  deep, 
Our  band  of  companions  in  harmony  keep  ! 

3  As  fresh  be  our  spirits  as  the  verdure  that  lies 
On  the  high  swinging  branches  around  us  that 

rise;  — 
As  peaceful  and  cheerful  our  blameless  lives 

be, 
As  the  stream  that  goes  singing  its  way  to  the 

sea! 
Peace,  peace,  lasting  and  true, 
Come  Christ's  peace,  which  none  but  the  good 
ever  knew. 
4  Now  back  from  these  pleasures  and  sports  of 
to-day, 
To  the  pleasures  that  spring  by  life's  beaten  way ; 
Refreshed  for  all  duty,  and  never  to  mam 
From  the  virtue  that  opens  a  heaven  in  home  ! 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
There  's  no  place  like  home,  there  's  no  place 
like  home. 

266.  s  M 

For  a  Rural  Excursion. 

1  The  freshly  blooming  flowers 
To  Thee  sweet  offerings  bear  ; 

And  cheerful  birds  in  shady  bowers 
Sing  forth  thy  tender  care. 

2  The  fields  on  every  side, 
The  trees  on  every  hill, 

188 


OCCASIONAL. 

The  glorious  sun,  the  rolling  tide, 
Proclaim  thy  wonders  still. 

3  But  trees,  and  fields,  and  skies, 
Still  praise  a  God  unknown  ; 

For  gratitude  and  love  can  rise 
From  living  hearts  alone. 

4  These  living  hearts  of  ours 
Thy  holy  name  would  bless ; 

The  blossoms  of  all  nature's  flowers 
Would  please  our  Father  less. 

267.  7&6s.M 

For  a  Rural  Excursion. 

1  With  joy  once  more  we  hail  thee, 

O  lovely  rural  scene  ! 
Thy  groves,  and  fields,  and  woodlands, 

Thy  garb  of  cheerful  green  ! 
How  pure  the  crystal  fountain  ! 

How  clear  the  purling  rills  ! 
How  swee*  the  tufted  flowerets, 

That  blossom  on  the  hills  ! 
Such  rich  and  varied  beauty 

Our  hearts  with  rapture  fills. 

2  Here,  at  the  morn's  awaking, 

The  tuneful,  gladsome  lay, 
By  nature's  chorus  chanted, 

Salutes  the  welcome  day  ; 
And  'midst  the  sun's  bright  glowing, 

Till  evening's  dewy  fall, 
In  tones  of  mellow  sweetness, 

These  feathered  warblers  call 


OCCASIONAL. 

On  human  hearts  to  worship 
'The  common  Lord  of  all. 

3  We  love  in  blest  communion 

To  seek  this  rural  shade, 
Where  nature's  true  devotion 

To  nature's  God  is  paid. 
And  here,  as  we  are  musing, 

We  think  of  scenes  above, 
Where  smiles,  like  those  of  summer, 

No  change  can  e'er  remove ; 
Where  music  yet  more  heavenly 

Shall  chant  its  notes  of  love. 


268.  **  M  Flint 

Remembrance  of  our  Fathers. 

1  In  pleasant  lands  have  fallen  the  lines 
That  bound  our  goodly  heritage, 
And  safe  beneath  our  sheltering  vines 
Our  youth  is  blest,  and  soothed  our  age. 

•2  What  thanks,  O  God,  to  thee  are  due, 
That  thou  didst  plant  our  fathers  here 
And  watch  and  guard  them  as  they  grew,— 
A  vineyard  to  the  Planter  dear ! 

3  The  toils  they  bore  our  ease  have  wrought ; 

Thev  sowed  in  tears,  in  joy  we  reap  ; 
The  birthright  thev  so  dearly  bought 

We  '11  guard  till  we  with  them  shall  sleep. 

4  Thy  kindness  to  our  fathers  shown, 

In  weal  and  woe,  through  all  the  past, 


OCCASIONAL. 

Their  grateful  sons,  O  God,  shall  own, 
While  here  their  name  and  race  shall  last. 

•269.  C  M.  J    Weiss. 

For  a  Summer  Festival. 

1  Beneath  Thy  trees  to-day  we  meet, 

Amid  Thy  summer  flowers ; 
And  every  heart  is  blessing  yet 
These  happy,  fleeting  hours. 

2  But  creeping  shades  to  vespers  call, 

And  timely  lore  impart, 
To  make  our  latest  shadows  fall 
From  sunshine  in  the  heart. 

3  Yes,  even  so  ;  the  summer  leaf, 

The  summer  flowers,  declare 
Their  childlike,  chastening  belief, 
That  Thou  dost  make  them  fair. 

4  O,  let  us  cherish  nature's  creed, 

And  live  and  bloom  to  Thee  ; 
For  only  childlike  hearts,  we  read, 
Can  grace  eternity. 

270.  6&4s.  M.  S.  F.  Smith. 

National  Hymn. 

1  My  country,  't  is  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing  ; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring. 

191 


OCCASIONAL. 

2  My  native  country,  thee,  — 
Land  of  the  noble,  free,  — 

Thy  name,  —  I  love  ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills  ; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song : 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake  ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake  ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break,  — 

The  sound  prolong. 

4  Our  fathers'  God,  to  thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing  : 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King. 

271.  6&4s.  M.  Anonymous. 

Prayer  for  our  Country. 

1  God  bless  our  native  land  ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand 

Through  storm  and  night ! 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  winds  and  wave  ! 
Do  thou  our  country  save,     . 
By  thy  great  might. 

192 


OCCASIONAL. 

2  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God  above  the  skies  ; 

On  him  we  wait ; 
Thou  who  hast  heard  each  sigh 
Watching  each  weeping  eye, 
Be  thou  for  ever  nigh  ;  — 
God  save  the  state  ! 

*•  *•  C  31.  Anonymous. 

God's  Kindness  to  our  Forefathers. 

1  To  Him  from  whom  our  blessings  flow, 

Who  all  our  wants  supplies, 
This  day  the  choral  song  and  vow 
From  grateful  hearts  shall  rise. 

2  'T  was  He  who  led  the  pilgrim  band 

Across  the  stormy  sea  ; 
'T  was  He  who  stayed  the  tyrant's  hand, 
And  set  our  country  free. 

3  When  shivering  on  a  strand  unknown, 

In  sickness  and  distress, 
Our  fathers  looked  to  God  alone 
To  save,  protect,  and  bless. 

4  Be  Thou  our  nation's  strength  and  shield, 

In  manhood  as  in  youth  ; 
Thine  arm  for  our  protection  wield, 
And  guide  us  by  Thy  truth. 

273.  C.  M.  Wreford. 

Prayer  for  our  Country. 

1  Lord,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray, 
Of  every  clime  and  coast, 

1-7  193 


OCCASIONAL. 

O  hear  us  for  our  native  land,  — 
The  land  we  love  the  most. 

2  O,  guard  our  shores  from  every  foe, 

With  peace  our  borders  bless, 
With  prosperous  times  our  cities  crown, 
Our  fields  with  plenteousness. 

3  Unite  us  in  the  sacred  love 

Of  knowledge,  truth,  and  thee  ; 
And  let  our  hills  and  valleys  shout 
The  songs  of  liberty. 

4  Here  may  religion  pure  and  mild 

Smile  on  our  Sabbath  hours  ; 
And  piety  and  virtue  bless 
The  home  of  us  and  ours. 

5  Lord  of  the  nations,  thus  to  thee 

Our  country  we  commend ; 
Be  thou  her  refuge  and  her  trust, 
Her  everlasting  friend. 

274.  7  &  6  s.  M.  Christian  Ballads. 

Our  Country. 

Now  pray  we  for  our  country, 

Pray  that  it  long  may  be 
The  holy  and  the  happy, 

And  the  gloriously  free  ! 
Who  blesseth  her  is  blessed  ! 

So  peace  be  in  her  walls, 
And  joy  in  all  her  villages, 

Her  cottages,  and  halls. 

194 


OCCASIONAL. 


275.  c.  3i.  si. 

The  Pilgrim  Mothers. 

1  Exotic  blossoms,  brought  to  grace 

Old  Plymouth's  rocky  glen ! 
Proud  mothers  of  a  noble  race 

Of  stern  and  stalwart  men  ! 
Strong  was  the  trust  with  which  ye  braved 

The  dangers  of  the  sea, 
And  strong  the  unseen  power  that  saved 

The  mothers  of  the  free  ! 

2  When  swiftly  o'er  the  smiling  deep 

The  fragile  Mayflower  flew/ 
While  stars  their  solemn  watch  would  keep 

On  yonder  fields  of  blue,  — 
Full  oft  your  forms,  as  slight  and  fair 

As  any  flower  of  spring, 
Were  meekly  bowed,  in  trusting  prayer, 

To  heaven's  exalted  Kincr. 

3  Cold  was  your  greeting  from  the  shore, 

That  seemed  in  dreams  so  fair  ; 
The  wintiy  tempest's  sullen  roar 

Sung  ye  a  welcome  there  ; 
The  Indian  peered  above  the  hill, 

With  wonder  in  his  eye, 
The  noisy  sea-birds  answered  shrill 

The  tempest-spirit's  cry. 

4  O  Pilgrim  Mothers  !  few  the  lyres 

Your  praises  to  prolong ; 
Though  fame  embalms  the  pilgrim  sires, 
And  trumpets  them  in  song  ; 

195 


OCCASIONAL. 

Yet  ye  were  to  those  hearts  of  oak 

The  secret  of  their  might,  — 
Ye  nerved  the  arm  that  hurled  the  stroke 

In  labor  or  in  fight. 

5  The  fire  of  freedom  warmed  each  breast, 

Through  many  a  weary  day, 
Where  pillowed  soft  in  dreamy  rest 

Our  infant  fathers  lay  ! 
Ye  taught  them,  when  their  simple  prayers 

Were  breathed  beside  the  knee, 
The  lessons  that  in  after  years 

Were  bulwarks  for  the  free. 

6  Ye  taught  to  spurn  the  tyrant's  claim, 

And  bowed  to  God  alone  ! 
Ye  kindled  in  their  breasts  the  flame 

That  trembled  in  your  own  ! 
In  after  years  flowed  purple  gore, 

And  fields  were  strewed  with  dead,  — 
Firm  hands  the  starry  banner  bore,  — 

Aggression  trembling  fled  ! 

7  0  Pilgrim  Mothers  !  though  ye  lie 

Perchance  in  groves  unknown, 
A  memory  that  cannot  die 

Hath  claimed  ye  for  its  own  ; 
A  sacredness  to  that  bleak  shore 

Your  dust  shall  aye  impart ; 
Your  requiem,  the  ocean's  roar, 

Your  shrine,  a  nation's  heart! 

196 


OCCASIONAL. 

276.  6  &  4  s.  M.  John  Davis. 

Feast  of  the  Pilgrims. 

1  Sons  of  renowned  sires, 
Join  in  harmonious  choirs, 

Swell  your  loud  songs  ; 
Daughters  of  peerless  dames, 
Come  with  your  mild  acclaims, 
Let  their  revered  names 

Dwell  on  your  tongues. 

2  From  frowning  Albion's  seat, 
See  the  famed  band  retreat, 

On  ocean  tost ; 
Blue  tumbling  billows  roar, 
By  keels  scarce  ploughed  before, 
And  bear  them  to  this  shore, 

Fettered  with  frost. 

3  Columbia,  child  of  heaven, 
The  best  of  blessings  given 

Rest  on  thy  head  ; 
Beneath  thy  peaceful  skies, 
While  prosperous  tides  arise, 
Here  turn  your  grateful  eyes, 

Revere  the  dead. 

4  Sons  of  renowned  sires, 
Join  in  harmonious  choirs, 

Swell  your  loud  songs  ; 
Daughters  of  peerless  dames, 
Come  with  your  mild  acclaims, 
Let  their  revered  names 

Dwell  on  your  tongues. 

17  *  197 


OCCASIONAL. 

277.  7,  6,  &  8  s.  M.  H.  Lambert. 

Evening  Hymn  for  a  Festival. 

1  Low  sinks  the  setting  sun,  the  day-beams  haste 

away, 

And  twilight  spreads  around  her  garb  of  som- 
bre gray  ; 

Dim   shadows   gently   fall,   all    objects    softly 
blending, 

And  evening's  silence  tells  our  festive  day  is 
ending. 
Come !   come  !   from   rock  and   grove,   and 

every  haunt  of  play, 
We  '11  sing  our  vesper  hymn,  ere  daylight 
fades  away. 

2  To  heaven  the  sacrifice  of  grateful  hearts  we  '11 

raise, 
And  offer  up  to  God  the  incense  of  our  praise  ; 
The  blessings  of  this  day  shall  prompt  the  holy 

song, 
And  thanks  for  mercies  past  the  pleasing  theme 

prolong. 
Sing !  sing  a  joyous  strain !  let  eveiy  voice 

resound, 
Till  echo  catch  the  notes  and  murmur  back 

the  sound. 

3  Our   Father's   love   we'll    praise,  —  that    love 

whose  guiding  power 
Has  led  his  children  here,  and   blessed  each 
fleeting  hour ; 

19S 


OCCASIONAL. 

Which  strews   with  wreaths  of  joy  each  path 

where  childhood  strays, 
And   twines   the   dreams  of  hope   around   its 
coming  days. 
Praise !    praise   his  watchful   love,  that  o'er 

life's  opening  hours 
Bright  hopes  and  simple  joys  in  rich  profu- 
sion pours. 

4  This   scene  —  these    rocks    and    groves,   yon 

gently  flowing  stream  — 
Shall  seem  to  after  years  like  childhood's  bliss- 
ful dream  ; 
If  memory  of  pure  joys  the  grave  e'en  cannot 

sever, 
Remembrance  of  this  day  shall  dwell  with  us 
for  ever. 
Blest !  blest !  and  doubly  blest,  the  joy  the 

young  heart  feels  ! 
In  memory  treasured  up,  new  bliss  to  age  it 
yields. 

5  The  sun  has  sunk  to  rest,  the  day-beam  fades 

away, 
The  twilight  spreads  around  a  garb  of  deeper 

gray; 
Soft   shadows   gently  fall,   and  earth  and  sky 

seem  blended, — 
The  stilly  night  comes  on,  —  our  festive  day  is 
ended. 
Cease !  cease  the  vesper  song,  night  bids  us 

haste  away  ; 
God's  blessing  now  we'll  ask,  then  homeward 
wend  our  way. 

199 


OCCASIONAL. 


278.  L.  M.  C.  Sprague. 

For  the  Blessing  of  Schools. 

1  0  Thou,  at  whose  dread  name  we  bend, 

To  whom  our  purest  vows  we  pay, 
God  over  all,  in  love  descend, 
And  bless  the  labors  of  this  day. 

2  Our  fathers  here,  a  pilgrim  band, 

Fixed  the  proud  empire  of  the  free  ; 
Art  moved  in  gladness  o'er  the  land,     . 
And  Faith  her  altars  reared  to  thee. 

3  Here,  too,  to  guard,  through  every  age 

The  sacred  rights  their  valor  won, 
They  bade  Instruction  spread  her  page, 
And  send  down  truth  from  sire  to  son. 

4  Here  still,  through  all  succeeding  time, 

Their  stores  may  truth  and  learning  bring, 
And  still  the  anthem-note  sublime 
To  thee  from  children's  children  sing 

279#  L.  M.  Whittier. 

National  Anniversaries 

1  0  Thou,  whose  presence  went  before 

Our  fathers  in  their  weaiy  way, 
As  with  thy  chosen  moved  of  yore 
The  fire*  by  night,  the  cloud  by  day  ! 

2  When  from  each  temple  of  the  free 

A  nation's  song  ascends  to  heaven, 
Most  holy  Father,  unto  thee 

Now  let  our  humble  prayer  be  given. 

200 


OCCASIONAL. 

3  Sweet  peace  is  here  ;  and  hope  and  love 

Are  round  us  as  a  mantle  thrown, 
And  unto  thee,  supreme  above, 

The  knee  of  prayer  is  bowed  alone. 

4  And  grant,  O  Father,  that  the  time 

Of  earth's  deliverence  may  be  near, 
When  every  land  and  tongue  and  clime 
The  message  of  thy  love  shall  hear,  — 

5  When,  smitten  as  with  fire  from  heaven, 

The  captive's  chain  shall  sink  in  dust, 
And  to  his  fettered  soul  be  given 
The  glorious  freedom  of  the  just. 

280.  C.  M.  C.  Sprague. 

The  Pilgrims. 

1  Our  fathers,  Lord,  to  seek  a  spot 

Where  they  might  kneel  to  thee, 
Their  own  fair  heritage  forgot, 
And  braved  an  unknown  sea. 

2  Here  found  their  pilgrim  souls  repose, 

Where  long  the  heathen  roved ; 

And  here  their  humble  anthems  rose 

To  bless  the  Power  they  loved. 

3  They  sleep  in  dust,  —  but  where  they  trod, 

A  feeble,  fainting  band, 
Glad  millions  catch  the  strain,  O  God, 
.  And  sound  it  through  the  land. 

201 


OCCASIONAL. 


281.  L   M.  W.P.Luht. 

The  Altar  and  the  School. 

1  When,  driven  by  oppression's  rod, 

Our  fathers  fled  beyond  the  sea, 
Their  care  was  first  to  honor  God, 
And  next  to  leave  their  children  free. 

2  Above  the  forest's  gloomy  shade 

The  altar  and  the  school  appeared ; 
On  that  the  gifts  of  faith  were  laid, 

In  this  their  precious  hopes  were  reared. 

3  The  altar  and  the  school  still  stand, 

The  sacred  pillars  of  our  trust, 
And  freedom's  sons  shall  fill  the  land 
When  we  are  sleeping  in  the  dust. 

4  Before  thine  altar,  Lord,  we  bend, 

With  grateful  song  and  fervent  prayer, 
For  thou  who  wast  our  fathers'  friend 
Wilt  make  their  offspring  still  thy  care. 

282.  H.  M.  Wesley's  Coi.l. 

Going  forth  to  teach. 

1  Now,  Lord,  we  part  awhile  ; 

But,  still  in  spirit  joined, 
Embrace  the  happy  toil 

Thou  hast  to  each  assigned  ; 
And  while  we  do  thy  blessed  will, 
We  bear  a  heaven  about  us  still. 

2  0,  let  us  then  go  on 

In  all  the  pleasant  ways  ; 


OCCASIONAL. 


And,  armed  with  patience,  run 
With  joy  the  appointed  race  : 
Keep  us,  and* every  seeking  soul, 
Till  all  attain  the  heavenly  goal. 

3  There  we  shall  meet  again, 

When  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 

And  death,  and  grief,  and  pain, 

And  parting  are  no  more,  — 

In  the  new  earth  and  heaven  above, 

The  world  of  righteousness  and  love. 

283.  P.  M.  Mrs.  Hemans. 

The  Pilgrim  Fathers. 

1  The  breaking  waves  dashed  high 

On  a  stern  and  rock-bound  coast, 
And  the  woods  against  a  stormy  sky 

Their  giant  branches  tossed  ; 
And  the  heavy  night  hung  dark, 

The  hills  and  waters  o'er, 
When  a  band  of  exiles  moored  their  bark 

On  the  wild  New  England  shore. 

2  Not  as  the  conqueror  comes, 

They,  the  true-hearted,  came  ; 
Not  with  the  roll  of  stirring  drums, 

And  the  trumpet  that  sings  of  fame  ; 
Not  as  the  flying  come, 

In  silence  and  in  fear  ;  — 
They  shook  the  depths  of  the  desert  gloom 

With  their  hymns  of  lofty  cheer. 

3  Amidst  the  storm  they  sang, 

And  the  stars  heard,  and  the  sea ! 


OCCASIONAL. 

And  the  sounding  aisles  of  the  dim  woods  rang 

To  the  anthem  of  the  free. 
The  ocean  eagle  soared 

From  his  nest  by  the  white  wave's  foam, 
And  the  rocking  pines  of  the  forest  roared,  — 

This  was  their  welcome  home. 

What  sought  they  thus  afar  ? 

Bright  jewels  of  the  mine 
The  wealth  of  seas,  the  spoils  of  war  ?  — 

They  sought  a  faith's  pure  shrine  ! 
Ay,  call  it  holy  ground, 

The  soil  where  first  they  trod  ! 
They  have  left  unstained  what  there  they  found, 

Freedom  to  worship  God. 


XIL    MISCELLANEOUS. 


284.  S.  M.  Johns. 

Human  Brotherhood. 

1  Hush  the  loud  cannon's  roar, 
The  frantic  warrior's  call  ! 

Why  should  the  earth  be  drenched  with  gore  ? 
Are  we  not  brothers  all  ? 

2  Want,  from  the  wretch  depart ! 
Chains,  from  the  captive  fall  ! 

Sweet  mercy,  melt  the  oppressor's  heart,  — 
Sufferers  are  brothers  all. 

3  Churches  and  sects,  strike  down 
Each  mean  partition-wall ! 

Let  love  each  harsher  feeling  drown, 
Christians  are  brothers  all. 

4  Let  love  and  truth  alone 
Hold  human  hearts  in  thrall, 

That  heaven  its  work  at  length  may  own, 
And  men  be  brothers  all. 

285.  6&4s.  31.     M.  H.  Wetherbee. 

Love. 

1  God's  spirit  smiles  in  flowers 
And  in  soft  summer  showers 
He  sends  his  love. 

18  205 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Each  dew-drop  speaks  his  praise, 
And  bubbling  fount  displays, 
In  all  their  lucid  rays, 
Light  from  above. 

2  The  tiny  vines  that  creep 
Along  the  ravine's  steep, 

Obey  His  nod. 
The  golden  orb  of  day, 
And  ocean's  crested  spray, 
To  Him  due  homage  pay,  —     • 

Creation's  God. 

3  Thus  friendship  wears  its  bloom, 
And  smiles  beyond  the  tomb, 

In  its  own  light. 
O,  may  that  love  be  ours, 
Which  gilds  life's  darkest  hours, 
Cheering,  like  smiling  flowers, 

Hope's  deepest  night. 


286.  c.  M. 

Music  of  the  Soul. 

1  There  's  music,  music  everywhere, 

Within  the  conch-shell's  lip, 
And  in  the  sweet  blue  harebell,  where 
The  bees  and  humbirds  sip  ;  — 

2  There  's  music  in  the  bursting  buds, 

The  sunny  buds  of  spring, 
When  rising  sap  beneath  the  bark 
New  life  seems  gathering ;  — 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  And  when  the  bending, 

Sounds  like  the  distant  sea, 

As  gentle  breezes  o'er  it  pass, 

Sighing  half  noiselessly  ;  — 

4  And  in  the  bounding  rivulet, 

Which  rushes  down  the  hill : 

Or  when  it  winds  beneath  the  sod, 

And  mortals  think  it  still  ;  — 

5  There  's  music  in  the  wild  wave's  roar, 

The  mighty  sounding  deep  ; 
And  music  when  the  storm  is  o'er, 
And  ocean  sinks  to  sleep  ;  — 

6  Music,  sweet  music,  with  the  birds, 

The  happy  living  things  ; 
And  sportive  insects  fluttering 

Shake  music  from  their  wings  ;  — 

7  There  is  music,  unheard  music, 

In  the  falling  of  the  snow  ; 
Each  silent  thing  in  nature 

Doth  some  sweet  music  know  ;  — 

8  There  's  music,  music  everywhere,  — 

Above,  below,  around  ; 
In  earth,  air,  water,  day  and  night, 
Its  heaven-born  strains  abound. 

9  Beauty  is  music  to  the  eye, 

As  love  is  to  the  heart ; 
Children  !  is  there  no  music  for 
Our  holier,  better  part  ? 

207 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


287.  8  &  7  s.  M. 

The  Bright  Hour.  „ 

1  Dewy  honeysuckles  springing, 

Roses,  too,  with  flowers  crowned, 
Round  the  open  window  clinging, 
Spread  delicious  odors  round. 

2  Waking  thus,  with  Hope  before  me, 

(Bright  her  fairy  visions  shine,) 
Flowery  perfumes  wafted  o'er  me, 
Surely  happiness  is  mine. 

3  Youth  and  rosy  health  possessing, 

Pleasures  thronging  round  my  way, 
Let  me  rise  and  ask  a  blessing 
On  the  duties  of  the  day. 


288.  7&6S.M. 

Light  for  All. 

1  The  light  pours  down  from  heaven, 

And  enters  where  it  may  ; 
The  eyes  of  all  earth's  children 
Are  cheered  with  one  bright  day. 

2  So  let  the  mind's  true  sunshine 

Be  spread  o'er  earth  as  free, 
And  fill  men's  waiting  spirits, 
As  the  waters  fill  the  sea. 

3  The  soul  can  shed  a  glory 

On  every  work  well  done  ; 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

As  even  things  most  lowly 
Are  radiant  in  the  sun. 

4  Then  let  each  human  spirit 

Enjoy  the  vision  bright ; 
The  truth  which  comes  from  heaven 
Shall  spread  like  heaven's  own  light, 

5  Till  earth  become  God's  temple, 

And  every  human  heart 
Shall  join  in  one  great  service, 
Each  happy  in  his  part. 


289.  C.  M.  R.  Nicoll. 

Honor  to  True  Heroes. 

1  An  offering  at  the  shrine  of  power 

Our  hands  shall  never  bring  ; 
A  garland  on  the  car  of  pomp 

Our  hands  shall  never  fling ; 
Applauding  in  the  conqueror's  path 

Our  voices  ne'er  shall  be  ; 
But  we  have  hearts  to  honor  those 

Who  bade  the  world  go  free. 

2  Praise  to  the  good,  the  pure,  the  great, 

Who  made  us  what  we  are  ! 
Who  lit  the  flame,  which  yet  shall  glow 

With  radiance  brighter  far. 
Glory  to  them  in  coming  time, 

And  through  eternity, 
Who  burst  the  captive's  galling  chains, 

And  bade  the  world  go  free  ! 

13  *  209 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


290.  c.  M. 

Kindness  to  Animals. 


1  Turn,  turn  thy  hasty  foot  aside, 

Nor  crush  that  helpless  worm  ; 
The  frame  thy  wayward  looks  deride 
Required  a  God  to  form. 

2  The  common  Lord  of  all  that  move, 

From  whom  thy  being  flowed, 
A  portion  of  his  boundless  love 
On  that  poor  worm  bestowed. 

3  The  sun,  the  moon,  the  stars,  he  made 

To  all  his  creatures  free  ; 
And  spreads  o'er  earth  the  grassy  blade 
For  worms  as  well  as  thee. 

4  Let  them  enjoy  their  little  day, 

Their  lowly  bliss  receive  : 
O,  do  not  lightly  take  away 
The  life  thou  canst  not  give. 

291.  H.  M.  Doddridge. 

Efficacy  of  the  Gospel. 

1  Mark  the  soft-falling  snow, 
And  the  diffusive  rain  ! 
To  heaven,  from  whence  it  fell, 
It  turns  not  back  again  ; 
But  waters  earth 

Through  eveiy  pore, 
And  calls  forth  all 
Her  secret  store. 

210 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Arrayed  in  beauteous  green, 

The  hills  and  valleys  shine, 
And  man  and  beast  are  fed 
By  Providence  divine  ; 
The  harvest  bows 
Its  golden  ears, 
The  copious  seed 
Of  future  years. 

3  "  So,"  saith  the  God  of  grace, 

"  My  Gospel  shall  descend, 
Almighty  to  effect 

The  purpose  I  intend  ; 
Millions  of  souls 

Shall  feel  its  power, 
And  bear  it  down 
To  millions  more." 


292.  C.  P.  M.  Rev.  H.  Moore. 

Unrivalled  Beauty  and  Glory  of  Religion. 

1  Soft  are  the  fruitful  showers  that  bring 
The  welcome  promise  of  the  spring, 

And  soft  the  vernal  gale  ; 
Sweet  the  wild  warblings  of  the  grove, 
The  voice  of  nature  and  of  love, 

That  gladden  every  vale : 

2  But  softer  in  the  mourner's  ear 
Sounds  the  mild  voice  of  Mercy  near, 

That  whispers  sins  forgiven  ; 
And  sweeter  far  the  music  swells, 
When  to  the  raptured  soul  she  tells 

Of  peace  and  promised  heaven. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Fair  are  the  flowers  that  deck  the  ground, 
And  groves  and  gardens  blooming  round 

Unnumbered  charms  unfold ; 
Bright  is  the  sun's  meridian  ray, 
And  bright  the  beams  of  setting  day, 

That  robe  the  clouds  in  gold  : 

4  But  far  more  fair  the  pious  breast, 
In  richer  robes  of  goodness  dressed, 

Where  heaven's  own  graces  shine  ; 
And  brighter  far  the  prospects  rise, 
That  burst  on  faith's  delighted  eyes 

From  glories  all  divine. 

293.  l  m. 

God  is  there. 

1  In  life's  gay  spring,  enchanting  hours  ! 
When  every  path  seems  decked  with  flowers  ; 
When  Folly  in  her  giddy  round 

Presents  the  cup  with  pleasure  crowned  ; 
When  love  and  joy  and  young  delight 
Give  to  the  moments  rapid  flight ; 
Touch  not  the  cup,  avoid  the  snare  : 
Where'er  thou  art,  think  God  is  there. 

2  When  manhood  treads  with  step  secure, 
Then  mad  Ambition  throws  her  lure  ; 
Behold !  up  Glory's  dangerous  steep, 
Where  widows  mourn  and  orphans  weep, 
And  laurels  on  the  hero's  head 

Are  stained  with  blood,  a  crimson  red  ; 
Then,  e'er  the  battle's  rage  you  dare, 
Pause,  and  reflect  that  God  is  there. 

212  ' 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

When  ago  approaching  warps  the  heart, 
And  avarice  plays  its  niggard  pari  ; 
When  self-love  every  passion  stills, 
And  every  finer  impulse  chills  ; 
When  to  a  suffering  brother's  cry 
It  shuts  the  heart,  the  ear,  the  eye, 
Think,  e'er  you  leave  him  to  despair, 
God  will  avenge,  for  God  is  there. 

And  thou,  who  through  life's  thorny  road, 
Perplexed  by  care  and  sin,  hast  trod  ; 
Whose  heart  hath  bled,  whose  eyes  have  wept, 
On  pleasure's  couch  while  others  slept ; 
Though  now  on  life's  remotest  brink, 
Poor  humble  Christian  !  do  not  shrink  ; 
Though  deep  the  flood,  each  doubt  forbear  ! 
Strong  to  support,  thy  God  is  there  ! 

294.  P.  M.  Lowell. 

The  Fountain. 

1  Into  the  sunshine,  full  of  the  light, 
Leaping  and  flashing  from  morn  till  night ; 

2  Into  the  moonlight,  whiter  than  snow, 
Waving  so  flower-like  when  the  winds  blow  ; 

3  Into  the  starlight  rushing  in  spray, 
Happy  at  midnight,  happy  by  day  ; 

4  Ever  in  motion,  blithesome  and  cheery, 
Still  climbing  heavenward,  never  aweaiy  ;  — 

5  Glad  of  all  weathers,  still  seeming  best, 
Upward  or  downward,  motion  thy  rest ;  — 

213 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  Full  of  a  nature  nothing  can  tame, 
Changed  ever}'  moment,  ever  the  same  ;  — 

7  Ceaseless  aspiring,  ceaseless  content, 
Darkness  or  sunshine  thy  element ;  — 

8  Glorious  Fountain  !  let  my  heart  be 

Fresh,  changeful,  constant,  upward,  like  thee  ! 


295.  L.  yi.  Wordsworth. 

Noon. 

1  Up  to  the  throne  of  God  is  borne 
The  voice  of  praise  at  early  morn  ; 
And  he  accepts  the  punctual  hymn, 
Sung  as  the  light  of  day  grows  dim. 

2  Nor  will  he  turn  his  ear  aside 
From  holy  offerings  at  noontide  ; 
Then,  here  reposing,  let  us  raise 
A  song  of  gratitude  and  praise. 

3  Look  up  to  heaven !  the  industrious  sun 
Already  half  his  race  hath  run  : 

He  cannot  halt  nor  go  astray, 
But  our  immortal  spirits  may. 

4  Lord  !  since  his  rising  in  the  east, 
If  we  have  faltered  or  transgressed, 
Guide  from  thy  love's  abundant  source 
What  vet  remains  of  this  day's  course. 

5  Help  with  thy  grace,  through  life's  short  day, 
Our  upward  and  our  downward  way  ; 
And  glorify  for  us  the  west, 

"When  we  shall  sink  to  final  rest. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

296.  10  s.  M.         Sir  John  Davies. 

The  Soul's  Aspiring. 

1  At  first  her  mother  earth  she  holdeth  dear, 

And  doth    embrace  the    world    and  worldly 
things ; 
Then  flies  close  by  the  ground,  and  hovers  here, 
And  mounts  not  up  with  her  celestial  wings. 

2  Yet  under  heaven  she  cannot  light  on  aught 

That  with  her  heavenly  nature  doth  agree  ; 
She  cannot  rest,  she  cannot  fix  her  thought, 
She  cannot  in  this  world  contented  be. 

3  For  who  did  ever  yet,  in  honor,  wealth, 

Or  pleasure  of  the  sense,  contentment  find  ? 

Who  ever  ceased  to  wish  when  he  had  wealth  ? 

Or  having  wisdom  was  not  vexed  in  mind  ? 

4  So  when  the  soul  finds  here  no  true  content, 

And  like  Noah's  dove  can  no  sure  footing  take, 

She  doth  return  from  whence  she  first  was  sent, 

And  flies  to  Him  that  first  her  wings  did  make. 

297,  S.  M.  Mrs.  Howitt. 

He  is  risen. 

1  O  spirit,  freed  from  earth, 
Rejoice,  thy  work  is  done  ! 

The  weary  world  's  beneath  thy  fcet^ 
Thou  brighter  than  the  sun  ! 

2  Arise,  put  on  the  robes 
That  the  redeemed  win  ; 

Now  sorrow  hath  no  part  in  thee, 
Thou  sanctified  within  ! 

215 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Awake,  and  breathe  the  air 
Of  the  celestial  clime  ! 

Awake  to  love,  which  knows  no  change, 
Thou  who  hast  done  with  time  ! 

4  Awake,  lift  up  thine  eyes  ! 
See,  all  heaven's  host  appears  ! 

And  be  thou  glad  exceedingly,  — 
Thou,  who  hast  done  with  tears. 

5  Ascend  !    thou  art  not  now 
*,  With  those  of  mortal  birth  ; 

The  living  God  hath  touched  thy  lips, 
Thou  who  hast  done  with  earth  ! 


298.  10s.  M.         Sir  John  Davies. 

The  Soul's  Worth. 

1  O  ignokant,  poor  man  !  what  dost  thou  bear 

"    Locked  up  within  the  casket  of  thy  breast ! 
What  jewels  and  what  riches  hast  thou  there  ! 
What  heavenly  treasure  in  so  weak  a  chest ! 

2  Think  of  thy   soul,   and   think   that   God   did 

mean 
This  worthy  mind  should  worthy  things  em- 
brace ; 
Blot  not  her  beauty  with  thy  thoughts  unclean, 
Nor  her  dishonor  with  thy  passion  base. 

3  Kill  not  her  quickening  power  with  surfeitings  ; 

Mar  not  her  sense  with  sensuality  ; 
Cast  not  her  serious  wit  on  idle  things  ; 
Make  not  her  free  will  slave  to  vanity. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Cast  down  thyself,  and  only  strive  to  raise 
The  glory  of  thy  Maker's  sacred  name, 

Use  all  your  powers  that  blessed  Power  to  praise, 
That   gives  the   power  to  be,  and  use  the 
same. 

299.  P-  M.  Mrs.  Follen. 

The  River. 

1  "  Flow  on,  thou  shining  river," 

Flow  gaily  to  the  sea ; 
Flow  on  in  beauty  ever, 
With  all  thy  melody. 
Where  has  thy  gentle  current  strayed  ? 

Teach  all  thy  joyous  tale  to  me  ; 
Let  it  flow  on  through  light  and  shade  ; 
My  song  shall  follow  thee. 

2  Through  meadows  now  meander 

With  graceful,  sweet  delay  ; 
And  now  through  green  woods  wander, 
Where  scarcely  peeps  the  day  : 
Now,  where  the  lofty  bank  hangs  o'er, 

Pursue  thy  wild,  romantic  way ; 
Down  the  steep  rocks  now  swiftly  pour, 
Like  time,  that  cannot  stay. 

3  Its  murmurs  now  increasing, 

On  thy  glad  current  goes  ; 
And  now,  with  roar  unceasing, 
The  rapid  torrent  flows  ; 
And  now,  all  tossed  in  feathery  foam, 

Sparkjing  with  rainbow  light  it  glows 
It  seems  impatient  for  its  home, 
And  hastening  to  repose. 

19  217 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  Flow  on,  thou  shining  river, 

Thou  soon  shalt  reach  the  sea ; 
Thus  we  are  passing  ever, 
And  haste  away  like  thee. 
Wave  after  wave,  in  ceaseless  flow, 

Moves  onward  to  eternity  ; 
O,  may  the  stream  thy  gladness  know, 
And  thy  sweet  melody. 

300.  L.  M.  Norton. 

A  Winter  Morning. 

1  'T  is  winter's  jubilee  !  — this  day 

Its  stores  their  countless  treasures  yield  : 
See  how  the  diamond  glances  play, 
In  ceaseless  blaze,  from  tree  and  field. 

2  A  shower  of  gems  is  strewed  around  ; 

The  flowers  of  winter,  rich  and  rare  ; 
Rubies  and  sapphires  deck  the  ground, 
The  topaz,  emerald,  all  are  there. 

3  The  morning  sun,  with  cloudless  rays, 

His  powerless  splendor  round  us  streams  ; 
From  crusted  boughs,  and  twinkling  sprays, 
Fly  back  unloosed  the  rainbow  beams. 

4  With  more  than  summer  beauty  fair, 

The  trees  in  winter's  garb  are  shown  ; 
What  a  rich  halo  melts  in  air, 

Around  their  crystal  branches  thrown. 

5  0  God  of  nature  !  with  what  might 

Of  beauty,  showered  on  all  below, 
Thy  guiding  power  would  lead  aright 
Earth's  wanderer  all  thy  love  to  know. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


301.  L.  M.      Herbert  Knowles. 

Forgive  thy  Foea. 

1  Forgive  thy  foes  ;  —  nor  that  alone  ; 

Their  evil  deeds  with  good  repay  ; 

Fill  those  with  joy  who  leave  thee  none, 

And  kiss  the  hand  upraised  to  slay. 

2  So  does  the  fragrant  sandal  *  bow, 

In  meek  forgiveness,  to  its  doom  ; 
And  o'er  the  axe,  at  every  blow, 
Sheds  in  abundance  rich  perfume. 

302.  L.  M.  Mrs.  Tighe. 
The  Lily  an  Emblem  of  Christian  Hope. 

1  How  withered,  faded,  seems  the  form 

Of  yon  obscure,  unsightly  root ! 

Yet  from  the  blight  of  winter's  storm 

It  hides  secure  the  precious  fruit. 

2  The  careless  eye  can  find  no  grace, 

No  beauty,  in  the  scaly  folds  ; 

Nor  see,  within  the  dark  embrace, 

What  latent  loveliness  it  holds. 

3  Yet  in  that  bulb,  those  sapless  scales, 

The  lily  wraps  her  silver  vest, 
Till  vernal  suns  and  vernal  gales 

Shall  kiss  once  more  her  fragrant  breast. 

4  And  thou,  O  virgin  queen  of  spring, 

Shalt,  from  thy  dark  and  lowly  bed, 


*  An  aromatic  tree. 
219 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Bursting  thy  green  sheath's  silken  string, 
Unveil  thy  charms,  thy  perfume  shed  : 

5  Unfold  thy  robes  of  purest  white, 

Unsullied,  from  their  darksome  grave  ; 
And  thy  soft  petals,  silvery  light, 
In  the  mild  breeze  unfettered  wave. 

6  So  Faith  shall  seek  the  lowly  dust 

Where  humble  Sorrow  loves  to  lie  ; 
And  bids  her  thus  her  hopes  intrust, 
And  watch  with  patient,  cheerful  eye  ; 

7  And  bear  the  long,  cold  wintry  night, 

And  bear  her  own  degraded  doom  ; 
And  wait  till  heaven's  reviving  light, 
Eternal  spring  !  shall  burst  the  gloom. 

303.  L  m. 

The  Setting  Sun. 

1  That  setting  sun  !  that  setting  sun  ! 
What  scenes,  since  first  its  race  begun, 
Of  varied  hue,  its  eye  hath  seen, 
Which  are  as  they  had  never  been. 

2  That  setting  sun  !  full  many  a  gaze 
Hath  dwelt  upon  its  fading  rays, 
With  sweet,  according  thought  sublime, 
In  every  age,  and  eveiy  clime  ! 

3  'T  is  sweet  to  mark  thee,  sinking  slow 
The  ocean's  fabled  caves  below, 

And  when  the  obscuring  night  is  done, 
To  see  thee  rise,  sweet  setting  sun. 

220 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  So  when  my  pulses  cease  to  play, 
Serenely  close  my  evening  ray, 
To  rise  again,  death's  slumber  done, 
Glorious,  like  thee,  sweet  setting  sun. 

304.  L.  31.  G  1.  J.  Bowring. 

Hymn. 

1  The  heavens,  O  Lord  !  thy  power  proclaim, 
And  the  earth  echoes  back  thy  name  ; 

Ten  thousand  voices  speak  thy  might, 
And  day  to  day,  and  night  to  night, 
Utter  thy  praise,  —  thou  Lord  above  ! 
Thy  praise,  thy  glory,  and  thy  love. 

2  All  things  I  see,  or  hear,  or  feel, 
Thy  wisdom,  goodness,  power,  reveal. 
The  silent  crescent  hung  on  high, 

So  calmly  sailing  through  the  sky  ; 
The  lowliest  flower  that  lights  the  dells  ; 
The  lightest  wave  the  stream  that  swells  ; 

3  The  breeze  that  o'er  the  garden  plays  ; 
The  farthest  planet's  glimmering  rays  ; 
The  dew  upon  the  distant  hill  ; 

The  vapors  that  the  valley  fill ; 
The  grove's  untutored  harmony,  — 
All  speak,  and  loudly  speak,  of  Thee. 

4  Thy  name,  thy  glories,  they  rehearse, 
Great  Spirit  of  the  universe  ; 

Sense  of  all  sense,  and  soul  of  soul, 
Naught  is  too  vast  for  thy  control  ; 
The  meanest  and  the  mightiest  share 
Alike  thy  kindness  and  thy  care. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

5  Beneath  thy  all-directing  nod, 

Both  worlds  and  worms  are  equal,  God  ! 
Thy  hand  the  comet's  orbit  drew, 
And  lighted  yonder  glowworm,  too ; 
Thou  didst  the  dome  of  heaven  build  up, 
And  form'dst  yon  snowdrop's  silver  cup. 

6  And  nature,  with  its  countless  throng, 
And  sun,  and  moon,  and  planet's  song, 
And  every  flower  that  light  receives, 
And  every  dew  that  tips  the  leaves, 
And  every  murmur  of  the  sea, 
Tunes  its  sweet  voice  to  worship  Thee. 

305*  P.  M.  Mrs.  Hemans. 

The  Better  Land. 

1  "  I  hear  thee  speak  of  the  better  land  ; 
Thou  call'st  its  children  a  happy  band ; 
Mother  !  O,  where  is  that  radiant  shore  ?  — 
Shall  we  not  seek  it  and  weep  no  more  ?  — 
Is  it  where  the  flower  of  the  orange  blows, 
And   the    fire-flies   dance  through  the   myrtle- 
boughs  ?  " — 

"  Not  there,  not  there,  my  child  !  " 

2  "  Is  it  where  the  feathery  palm-trees  rise, 
And  the  date  grows  ripe  under  sunny  skies  ?  — 
Or  'midst  the  green  islands  of  glittering  seas  ? 
Where  fragrant  forests  perfume  the  breeze, 
And  strange,  bright  birds,  on  their  starry  wings, 
Bear  the  rich  hues  of  all  glorious  things  ?  "  — 

"  Not  there,  not  there,  my  child  !  " 

3  "  Is  it  far  away,  in  some  region  old, 
Where  the  rivers  wander  o'er  sands  of  gold, 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Whore  the  burning  rays  of  the  ruby  shine, 
And  the  diamond  lights  up  the  secret  mine, 
And   the   pearl  gleams   forth   from   the   coral 

strand  ? 
Is  it  there,  sweet  mother  !  that  better  land  ?  "  — 
"  Not  there,  not  there,  my  child  1 

"  Eye  hath  not  seen  it,  my  gentle  boy  ! 
Ear  hath  not  heard  its  deep  sounds  of  joy ; 
Dreams  cannot  picture  a  world  so  fair ; 
Sorrow  and  death  may  not  enter  there  ; 
Time  doth  not  breathe  on  its  fadeless  bloom  : 
Beyond  the  clouds,  and  beyond  the  tomb,  — 
It  is  there,  it  is  there,  my  child  ! '? 


306.  6  &  4  s.  M. 

God  save  the  Plough  ! 

1  See  how  the  shining  share 
Maketh  Earth's  bosom  fair, 

Crowning  her  brow  ! 
Bread  in  its  furrow  springs, 
Treasures  unknown  to  kings 

God  save  the  plough  ! 

2  Look  to  the  warrior's  blade, 
While  o'er  the  tented  glade 

Hate  breathes  his  vow  ; 
Strife  its  unsheathing  wakes, 
Love  at  its  lightning  quakes, 
Weeping  and  woe  it  makes  : 

God  save  the  plough  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Ships  o'er  the  deep  may  ride, 
Storms  wreck  their  bannered  pride, 

Waves  whelm  their  prow  ; 
But  the  well-loaded  wain 
Garners  the  golden  grain, 
Gladdening  the  household  train  :  — 

God  save  the  plough  ! 

4  Who  are  the  truly  great  ? 
Minions  of  pomp  and  state, 

Where  the  crowd  bow  ? 
Give  us  hard  hands  and  free, 
Culturers  of  field  and  tree, 
Best  friends  of  Liberty  :  — 

God  save  the  plough  ! 


307»  C.  M.  Robert  Nicoll. 

Honor  all  Men. 

1  I  may  not  scorn  the  meanest  thing 

That  on  the  earth  doth  crawl ; 
The  slave  who  dares  not  burst  his  chain, 
The  tyrant  in  his  hall. 

2  The  vile  oppressor  who  hath  made 

The  widowed  mother  mourn, 
Though  worthless,  soulless,  he  may  stand, 
I  cannot,  dare  not  scorn. 

3  The  darkest  night  that  shrouds  the  sky 

Of  beauty  hath  a  share  ; 
The  blackest  heart  hath  signs  to  tell 
That  God  still  lingers  there. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


308.  7  s.  31.  Beaumont. 

Hope. 

1  Hope,  though  slow  she  be,  and  late, 
Yet  outruns  swift  time  and  fate  ; 
And  aforehand  loves  to  be 

With  most  remote  futurity. 

2  Hope  is  comfort  in  distress  , 
Hope  is  in  misfortune  bliss  ; 
Hope,  in  sorrow,  is  delight ; 
Hope  is  day  in  darkest  night. 

3  Hope  casts  anchor  upward,  where 
Storms  durst  never  domineer  ; 
Trust,  —  and  Hope  will  welcome  thee 
From  storms  to  full  security. 

309.  8    &  4  s.  M. 

The  Soul. 

1  There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep, 

A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found  ; 

And  while  the  mouldering  ashes  sleep 

Low  in  the  ground,  — 

2  The  soul,  of  origin  divine, 

God's  glorious  image  freed  from  clay, 
In  heaven's  eternal  sphere  shall  shine, 
A  star  of  day. 

3  The  sun  is  but  a  mark  of  fire, 

A  transient  meteor  in  the  sky  ; 
The  soul,  immortal  as  its  sire, 
Shall  never  die. 

225 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

310.  cm. 

The  Laborer. 

The  laborer,  the  laborer, 

God's  nobleman  is  he,  — 
His  works  are  graven  on  the  soil, 

They  float  on  every  sea  ; 
The  key-stone  in  the  social  arch, 

Utility  his  crest, 
His  days  are  spent  in  manly  toil, 

His  nights  yield  balmy  rest. 

311.  cm. 

Sleep. 

1  "  He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep," 

That  most  mysterious  thing, 
That  to  the  worn  and  weary  heart 

Forgetfulness  can  bring  ; 
That  cometh  to  the  mourning  one, 

By  many  griefs  oppressed, 
And  speaketh  in  its  dreamy  voice 

Of  heaven  and  hope  and  rest. 

2  It  visiteth  the  desolate, 

Who  hath  no  friend  beside, 
And  bringeth  peace  to  saddened  souls, 

Whose  hope  deferred  had  died  ; 
It  layeth  its  caressing  hand 

Upon  the  brow  of  care, 
And  calleth  back  to  faded  lips 

The  smile  they  used  to  wear. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

And  lovely  is  the  angel  light 

Of  a  little  child's  repose, 
The  holiest  and  sweetest  rest 

Our  human  nature  knows  ;  — 
Such  rest  as  cannot  close  the  eyes, 

Grown  old  with  many  tears, 
That  never  soothes  the  pilgrim  path 

Of  life's  dejected  years. 

"  He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep  "  ;  — 

All  thanks  for  such  a  boon  ! 
And  thanks,  too,  for  the  deeper  sleep 

That  shall  be  with  us  soon  ;  — 
From  which  our  long  o'erladen  hearts 

Shall  wake  to  pine  no  more, 
But  find  fulfilled  the  fairest  thoughts 

They  only  dreamed  before. 


312.  P  M 

Peace. 

1  Thou  art  beautiful,  O  Peace  ! 

Thou  com'st  like  summer  beams, 
Like  the  glad  golden  horn 

Of  Plenty  on  her  dreams. 
Lift  up  thy  holy  voice, — 
It  may  not  be  in  vain  ; 
The  earth's  bright  page,  the  golden  age, 
May  glad  the  world  again. 
Let  us  love,  —  love  on  ! 

2  Thou  art  beautiful,  O  Peace  ! 

Earth  spreads  a  teeming  store, 


•         MISCELLANEOUS. 

With  brighter  hopes  of  heaven  ; 

Vain  man,  what  would  ye  more  ? 
Away  with  wasting  war, 
Away  with  ruffian  might ; 
A  brother's  hand,  without  a  brand, 
Can  guard  a  brother's  right ! 
Let  us  love,  —  love  on  ! 

3  Thou  art  beautiful,  O  Peace  ! 

Each  living  scene  we  see 
All  pant  for  love's  embrace, 

All  sigh  for  harmony  ! 
The  glorious,  glorious  sun, 
Each  heaven-lighted  star, 
And  every  flower,  in  fragrant  bower, 
Cries  out,  "  No  war  !  no  war  !  " 
Let  us  love,  —  love  on  ! 

4  Thou  art  beautiful,  O  Peace  ! 

Thy  bright  ideas  bring 
Girls  with  rosy  garlands, 

Birds  with  golden  wings, 
Bees  with  honey  treasures,    • 
Lambkins  crowned  with  flowers, 
The  breath  of  May,  the  roundelay 
Of  joy  in  summer  bowers. 
Let  us  love,  —  love  on  ! 

5  Thou  art  beautiful,  O  Peace  ! 

The  hour  is  coming  fast 
When  the  earth  no  more  shall  start 

At  the  war-trumpet's  blast, 
When  every  man  shall  sit 

Beneath  his  own  fig-tree, 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Content  in  mind  that  all  mankind 
Are  brothers,  —  let  it  be  ! 
Let  us  love,  —  love  on ! 

313*  L.  M.  Whittier. 

Massachusetts. 

1  The  South-land  hath  its  fields  of  cane, 
The  prairie  boasts  its  heavy  grain, 
And  sunset's  radiant  gates  unfold 

On  crowded  marts  and  sands  of  gold. 

2  Rough,  bleak,  and  cold,  our  little  State 
Is  hard  of  soil,  of  limits  strait. 

Her  yellow  sands  are  sands  alone  : 
Her  only  mines  are  ice  and  stone. 

3  From  autumn  frost  to  April  ram, 
Too  long  her  winter  woods  complain ; 
From  budding  flower  to  falling  leaf, 
Her  summer-time  is  all  too  brief. 

4  But  on  her  rocks,  and  on  her  sands, 

And  stormy  hills,  the  school-house  stands  ; 
And  what  her  rugged  soil  denies, 
The  harvest  of  the  mind  supplies. 

5  The  treasures  of  the  Commonwealth 

Are  free,  strong  minds,  and  hearts  of  health  ; 
And  more  to  her  than  gold  or  grain 
Are  cunning  hand  and  cultured  brain. 

6  For  well  she  keeps  her  ancient  stock, 
The  stubborn  strength  of  Plymouth  rock ; 
And  still  maintains,  with  milder  laws 
And  clearer  light,  the  good  old  cause  ! 

20  229 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

314*  C  M.  Mary  Howitt. 

Flowers. 

1  God  might  have  made  the  earth  bring  forth 

Enough  for  great  and  small, 
The  oak-tree  and  the  cedar- tree, 
Without  a  flower  at  all. 

2  We  might  have  had  enough,  enough 

For  every  want  of  ours, 
For  luxury,  medicine,  and  toil, 
And  yet  have  had  no  flowers. 

3  Then  wherefore,  wherefore  were  they  made, 

All  dyed  with  rainbow  light, 
All  fashioned  with  supremest  grace, 
Upspringing  day  and  night ;  — 

4  Springing  in  valleys  green  and  low, 

And  on  the  mountains  high, 
And  in  the  silent  wilderness, 
Where  no  man  passes  by  ? 

5  Our  outward  life  requires  them  not,  — 

Then  wherefore  had  they  birth  ? 
To  minister  delight  to  man, 
To  beautify  the  earth  ;  — 

6  To  comfort  man,  —  to  whisper  hope, 

Whene'er  his  faith  is  dim  ; 
For  who  so  careth  for  the  flowers 
Will  much  more  care  for  him. 

230 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

315.  lis.M. 

The  Mi  ad  a  Garden. 

1  The  mind  is  a  garden,  and  youth's  sunny  morn 
The  season  for  planting  ;  the  rose  and  the  thorn 
Will  spring  up  together ;  then  let  us  take  care 
That  none  but  the  sweetest  of  roses  grow  there. 

2  If  seeds  of  deception,  of  envy  and  strife, 

Are  suffered  to  grow  in  the  spring-time  of  life, 
When  the  autumn  of  age  chills  the  breath  of 

the  air, 
We  must  gather  the  fruits  in  grief  and  despair. 

3  But  let  us  be  wise,  and  pluck  up  by  the  roots 
All  poisonous  plants,  ere  we  taste  of  their  fruits  ; 
And  rear  in  their  stead  such  as  nature  designed, 
To  improve,  and  adorn,  and  embellish  the  mind. 

4  When  the   sun,  that   has  cheered  us   in   life's 

early  days, 
Withdraws  from  the  garden  the  light  of  his  rays, 
From  the  flowers,  as  they  wither,  O,  may  there 

arise 
A  grateful  perfume,  that  shall  reach  to  the  skies  ! 

316.  c  m 

Beauty  in  Nature. 

1   The  beautiful !  the  beautiful ! 
Where  do  we  find  it  not  ? 
It  is  an  all-pervading  grace, 
And  lighteth  every  spot. 

231 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  It  sparkles  on  the  ocean  wave, 

It  glitters  on  the  dew  ; 
We  see  it  in  the  glorious  sky, 
And  in  the  floweret's  hue. 

3  On  mountain-top,  in  valley  deep, 

We  find  its  presence  there  ; 
The  beautiful !  the  beautiful ! 
It  liveth  everywhere. 

4  If  so  much  loveliness  is  sent 

To  grace  our  present  home, 
How  beautiful,  how  beautiful 
Will  be  the  world  to  come  ! 

317.  L.  M.  Norton. 

After  a  Summer  Shower. 

1  The  rain  is  o'er  ;  —  how  dense  and  bright 

Yon  pearly  clouds  reposing  lie  ! 
Cloud  above  cloud,  a  glorious  sight, 
Contrasting  with  the  dark  blue  sky  !    « 

2  In  grateful  silence,  earth  receives 

The  general  blessing  ;  fresh  and  fair, 
Each  flower  expands  its  little  leaves, 
As  glad  the  common  joy  to  share. 

3  The  sun  breaks  forth ;  from  off  the  scene 

Its  floating  veil  of  mist  is  flung  ; 
And  all  the  wilderness  of  green 

With  trembling  drops  of  light  is  hung. 

4  Now  gaze  on  Nature  :  yet  the  same  — 

Glowing  with  life,  by  breezes  fanned, 
Luxuriant,  lovely  —  as  she  came, 

Fresh  in  her  youth,  from  God's  own  hand. 

232 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


Hear  the  rich  music  of  that  voice 

Which  sounds  from  all  below,  above  : 

God  calls  his  children  to  rejoice, 

And  round  them  throws  his  arms  of  love. 


318.  6&  4s.M. 

On  the  Sudden  Snow. 

1  How  beautiful  the  sight, 
This  robe  of  spotless  white 

O'er  nature  flung ! 
On  every  bush  and  tree 
Its  pearly  folds  we  see, 

In  beauty  hung. 

2  To  bless  this  winter  day, 
And  clothe  in  fit  array, 

It  fell  from  heaven  ; 
To  make  men  think  of  God, 
And  his  own  blest  abode, 

The  sight  was  given. 

3  God  doth  in  nature  show 
His  love,  e'en  here  below, 

Each  passing  hour, 
And  with  his  children  plead  ; 
O,  may  we  ever  heed, 

And  feel  its  power! 

4  Soon  will  he  change  the  scent-, 
And  with  a  sudden  green 

The  earth  surprise  ; 
Earth,  too,  his  dwelling  is  ; 
All  that  we  see  is  his, 

The  Good  and  Wise. 

233 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

319.  7&6s.  31. 

The  Way-side  Well. 

1  O  the  pretty  way-side  well, 

Wreathed  about  with  roses, 
Where,  beguiled  with  soothing  spell, 
Weary  foot  reposes. 

2  With  a  welcome  fresh  and  green 

Wave  thy  border  grasses, 
By  the  dusty  traveller  seen, 
Sighing  as  he  passes. 

3  Thou  from  parching  lip  dost  earn 

Many  a  murmured  blessing  ; 
And  enjoyest  in  thy  turn 
Innocent  caressing. 

4  Mortals  love  thy  crystal  cup  ; 

Nature  seems  to  pet  thee  ; 
Seething  Summer's  fiery  lip 
Hath  no  power  to  fret  thee. 

5  To  thy  glass  the  Star  of  Eve 

Shyly  dares  to  bend  her ; 
Matron  Moon  thy  depths  receive, 
Globed  in  mellow  splendor. 

6  Bounteous  spring  !  for  ever  own 

Undisturbed  thy  station,  — 
Not  to  thirsty  lips  alone 
Serving  mild  donation. 

7  Never  come  the  newt  or  frog, 

Pebble  thrown  in  malice, 
Mud,  or  withered  leaves,  to  clog 
Or  defile  thy  chalice  ;  — 

234 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


8  Heaven  be  still  within  thy  ken, 

Through  the  veil  thou  wearest,  — 
Glimpsing  clearest,  as  with  men, 
When  the  boughs  are  barest ! 


320.  L  M. 

A  Pleasani  Day. 

1  The  clear  blue  sky  looks  full  of  love  ; 

Let  all  our  selfish  passions  cease  ; 
0,  let  us  lift  our  thoughts  above, 

Where  all  is  brightness,  goodness,  peace  ! 

2  If  we  have  done  another  wrong, 

O,  let  us  seek  to  be  forgiven ! 
Nor  let  one  discord  spoil  the  song 

Our  hearts  would  raise  this  day  to  heaven. 

3  This  blessed  day,  when  the  pure  air 

Is  full  of  sweetness,  full  of  joy, 

When  all  around  is  calm  and  fair, 

Shall  we  the  harmony  destroy  ? 

4  0,  may  it  be  our  earnest  care 

To  free  our  souls  from  every  sin  ! 
Then  will  each  day  be  bright  and  fair, 
For  God's  pure  sunshine  dwells  within. 

321.  8&7s.M. 

The  Ocean. 

1  Beautiful,  sublime,  and  glorious, 
Wild,  majestic,  foaming,  free, 
Over  time  itself  victorious, 
Image  of.  eternity ! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


2  Such  thou  art,  stupendous  ocean  ! 
But,  if  overwhelmed  by  thee, 
Can  we  think,  without  emotion, 
What  must  thy  Creator  be  ? 


322.  c.  M. 

Music  of  Nature. 

1  Thehe  's  music  in  the  midnight  breeze, 

There  's  music  in  the  morn  ; 
The  day-beam  and  the  gentle  eve 

Sweet  sounds  have  ever  borne  ; 
The  valley  hath  its  welcome  notes, 

The  grove  its  tuneful  throng-, 
And  ocean  s  mighty  caverns  teem 

With  nature's  endless  song. 

2  The  winds  that  sweep  the  mountain-top 

Their  joyous  echoes  bear  ; 
Young  zephyrs  on  the  streamlet  play, 

And  make  sweet  music  there  ; 
With  rustling  sound  the  forest-leaves 

Bend  to  the  passing  breeze  ; 
And  pleasant  is  the  busy  hum 

Of  flower-seeking  bees. 

3  The  heart,  too,  hath  its  thrilling  chords, 

A  consecrated  fount, 
From  which  inspiring  melodies 

To  heaven  in  gladness  mount. 
Why  Nature's  music,  —  but  that  man 

May  join  the  myriad  throng 
Of  all  her  glorious  works  in  one 

Harmonious  burst  of  song  ? 

236 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


323.  L  M 

The  Daisy. 

1  Like  to  the  modest,  tender  flower, 

That  lifts  its  unassuming  head, 
And,  stooping  to  the  cold  wind's  power, 
Sinks  gently  to  its  humble  bed  : 

2  Like  the  sweet  daisy  of  the  hills, 

Unknown  but  to  the  birds  of  spring, 
That  bends  its  slender  stalk,  and  fills 
With  dew  its  buds  just  blossoming  : 

3  Thus  meek  and  lowly  may  we  bend, 

Submissive  to  our  Father's  will  ; 
Thus  may  the  dews  of  heaven  descend, 
With  grace  and  truth  our  hearts  to  fill. 

324.  5,7,&4s.  M. 
The  Aurora  Borealis. 

1  See  the  Northern  Light ! 
To  the  zenith  of  the  skies 
How  the  glowing  columns  rise, 

Brightly  gleaming 
Through  the  veil  of  night ! 

2  See  the  Northern  Light ! 

See  the  dark  cloud  round  the  base  ! 
Brilliant  streaks  from  place  to  place 
Ever  changing,  — 
Now  't  is  dim,  now  bright. 

3  See  the  Northern  Light ! 
Like  the  dawning  day  it  shines, 
Shooting  stream  with  stream  combines, 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Brightly  gleaming 
Through  the  veil  of  night. 

4       See  the  Northern  Light ! 
Plainly  telling  He  is  great 
Who  did  all  its  beams  create, 
Never  changing, 
Source  of  life  and  light. 

325.  8&  7  s.  M. 

The  Snowdrop. 

1  Winter  lingers  in  the  bowers, 

Birds  are  locked  in  slumbers  deep  ; 
Tell  me,  snowdrops,  modest  flowers, 
Who  thus  early  breaks  your  sleep  ? 

2  Long  before  the  snow  is  running, 

Melted  in  the  mountain  stream, 
Tender  forms  !  I  see  you  sunning 
In  a  cold  and  cheerless  beam. 

3  And  your  lily  lips  do  quiver, 

Whispering,  "  We  are  children  too  ; 
Blooni  to  praise  the  gracious  Giver, 
Wither,  die,  and  bloom  anew. 

4  "  'T  was  a  Father's  care  arrayed  us 

In  the  pure  and  snowy  white ; 
'T  was  a  Father's  kindness  made  us 
Bloom  so  innocent  and  bright." 

5  Child,  be  innocence  thy  beauty, 

Strive  in  purity  to  shine  ; 
So,  when  ends  thy  course  of  duty, 
Heavenly  glory  shall  be  thine. 


238 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


326.  7  &  6  s.  M. 

Stars  and  Streams. 

1  See  how  calmly  star  and  star 

Through  the  heavens  are  wheeling, 
As  we  view  them  near  or  far, 
Harmony  revealing  ! 

2  See  how  calmly  o'er  the  green 

Silvery  streams  are  flowing  ! 
Imaged  there  the  stars  are  seen, 
Brightly,  calmly  glowing. 

3  Earth  and  heaven  send  forth  a  voice  : 

"  Now  be  discord  ended, 
Live  in  peace,  in  love  rejoice, 
Heart  and  heart  be  blended. V- 

4  So  our  life  shall  gently  pass, 

Like  the  peaceful  river,  — 
And  then,  like  the  stars,  at  last, 
We  shall  shine  for  ever. 

327.  8&7s.  M. 

The  Violet. 

1  Sweet  flower,  spring's  earliest,  loveliest  gem  ! 

While  other  flowers  are  sleeping, 
Thou  rear'st  thy  purple  diadem, 
From  thy  seclusion  peeping. 

2  Thou,  from  thy  little  secret  mound, 

Where  dew-drops  shine  above  thee, 
Scatter'st  thy  modest  fragrance  round, 
And  children  seek  and  love  thee. 

239 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Thine  is  a  short,  swift  reign,  I  know  ; 

But  here,  the  spot  pervading, 
New  violet-tufts  again  shall  blow, 
Then  fade  as  thou  art  fading,  — 

4  And  be  renewed.     The  hope  how  blest, 

May  it  desert  me  never  !  — 
Like  thee,  to  sleep  on  nature's  breast, 
And  wake  and  bloom  for  ever  ! 


328.  7  &  8  s.  M. 

The  Strawberry. 

1  In  the  thick  and  grassy  wood, 
Where  the  sunny  streaks  are  breaking, 
And  the  birds  their  songs  are  waking, 

Where  the  fragrant  flowers  repose, 
There  the  pretty  strawberry  grows. 

2  Tell  me,  strawbeny,  fresh  and  sweet, 
Who  made  all  your  red  so  shining, 
Like  the  crimson  sun  declining  ? 

And  who  gave  your  pleasant  smell  ? 
Tell  me,  pretty  strawberry,  tell. 

3  It  was  God  who  made  you  so  ; 
He  your  lively  color  brightens, 
He  your  charming  odor  heightens  ; 

Humble  vines  and  lofty  wood 
Ever  tell  us,  "  God  is  good." 

240 

THE    END. 


f 


Ml 


